Hearing the anxious shouts by his ear, John came back to his senses in a daze, only to find an old, bearded face before him.
"Bruno? What are you...?"
Seeing Bruno's nervous expression, John was filled with confusion. But as a stabbing pain surged through his mind, the returning memories of the illusion instantly made him understand what had happened. Cold sweat broke out across his back.
"Thank heavens, General John, you've finally woken up!"
Seeing that John could finally speak, Bruno let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead before hurriedly explaining.
"Ever since you walked out of the Stargazing Spire, you suddenly stopped moving. No matter how I asked you, you gave no response at all. You looked just like a puppet. You scared the life out of me."
"If I hadn't confirmed you were still breathing, I would've thought you'd been assassinated by a mind mage!"
No. In some ways, what I encountered in that illusion was far more dangerous than a mind mage assassin.
Looking at Bruno's relieved expression, John could not stop himself from smiling bitterly. Whenever he recalled the nightmare-like illusion he had just experienced, a chill still ran through his heart.
The scene, like some cultist sacrifice; the prayer that had poured into his mind like demonic music, as though it wanted to grind his brain to pieces; the incomparably eerie gray-robed nun; and the bizarre golden hand that had suddenly appeared before he lost consciousness.
All of it made one thing clear: the secret hidden within this body was extraordinarily dangerous.
"Come to think of it, Tolovsky never appeared after I fell into the illusion."
"Did he fail to notice? Or was the confrontation between those two mysterious forces so terrifying that even the Demon King,