Maeve's voice was low and hoarse, but when she reached the word "danger," her pitch suddenly rose, almost to a shout.
She seemed to sink into the illusion she described. Flora stared at her deathly pale face, and for a moment, it felt as though she were not listening to Maeve's account, but to Dorothea, pounding on the glass and shouting.
She looked into Maeve's dark eyes, where her own somewhat frightened face was reflected.
Suddenly, that face distorted.
The expression was still frightened, but the face had become Dorothea's, as though she were trapped inside the pupil, pleading for help from behind a pane of glass!
Was this... was this an illusion too? Had I fallen into an illusion?
Flora could not help shivering. She looked helplessly from side to side. Simon still had his eyes closed as he recovered, while Maeve had already become blank and lifeless. Seeing Flora look her way, Dorothea inside the pupil frantically pounded, trying to get out!
Flora lifted her skirts in a panic and gathered her spirituality, yet did not know what she should do.
She paced anxiously, biting her nails. Just as she was about to forcibly wake Simon, she suddenly heard a knock at the door.
A possibility flashed through Flora's mind, and she abruptly widened her eyes and looked at the door.
A small pane of glass was set into the middle of the door, allowing a view outside. The person knocking was Allen!
"Heavens, Allen came back early?!"
It was still the middle of the night, with sunrise a long way off. Flora had just been lamenting that she had no way to notify him, yet he had actually happened to return?!
Delighted, Flora was about to call the other two over with her when her expression suddenly