"This isn't quite what I imagined."
Standing before the desolate temple of the God of Pain, Justina spoke with what seemed to be a touch of regret in her voice.
"It feels like something's missing."
"What, did you have to fight it head-on?"
Jia Xiu asked from the side.
"We could ask Master Larven to make another illusion, put the God of Pain in it, and let you fight it for fun."
"Uh, it's not like I absolutely have to. I'm not a kid playing house."
"Hard to say."
"What do you mean, hard to say?"
"Back to work, back to work. We still have proper business to finish."
Trapping the God of Pain within an illusion only counted as half the job. The most crucial step remained unfinished. Until they extracted and divided the God of Pain's divine authority, it could not be considered a success. Breaking free of the illusion was only a matter of time.
Really, it was only because they were dealing with the God of Pain. Judging from the current situation, its mental state was probably even worse than they had expected. Otherwise, it would not have been so firmly controlled when the illusion had only reached this stage, before the later parts had even entered the scene.
If it had been a little more clear-headed, it would have been quite easy to spot the flaws in this illusion of battling the Radiant Knight.
Because Jia Xiu's side did not possess especially precise information about what the God of Pain's temple actually looked like.
The entire scene had been pieced together from the perceptions of Pain's followers and references to the appearance of temples once found across the continent. There was no way to guarantee it looked exactly like the temple in the Exile Plane.