The reality of the scene made the heart tremble.
Colleagues, elders, friends interacting with you-some had no eyes, some had gaping holes in their chests, and some had necks twisted so far around that they were actually facing away from you as they spoke;
Everything was far too detailed and logical. Any unreal illusion could ordinarily be called an illusion, but everything Kallen had just experienced made him feel that the word could not begin to encompass it.
If he had not just "come out" of the underground tunnel, if he were not facing an incident of Divinity Pollution where anything bizarre could happen, he would never have been suspicious;
Had he woken up, opened his window, and stepped straight into "this place," he would not have felt the slightest wariness or hesitation.
And even with such an abrupt transition, even starting from absolute suspicion, he still could not detect the slightest trace of falseness in this world.
Without his grandfather protecting him, without the Immerlis Family Faith System supporting him at the critical moment, Kallen would already have succumbed.
Of course, this false reality would not last very long, but it would last long enough to accomplish its purpose.
For example... those two Principle Notes were about to be handed to two dead Order Clerics, who were now... incarnations of this land of Divinity Pollution.
The concentration inside had already contracted, and the pollution had not been extreme. Although his group had experienced some setbacks, they had still successfully achieved their objective. But what if all of this had been deliberate on the polluted land's part?
Leaving those two Principle Notes in the underground tunnel presented an unpredictable problem for the Order God Church, which wanted to seal this place permanently;
But with the two notebooks sealed on the