In the surface layer, Hanyu Suzu clenched his back teeth, cold sweat dripping from his temples down his jaw, his heart sinking.
Oh no.
I've gone too far.
The shock of Choso pinning him against a tree by the throat and coldly demanding that he transfer his points had been too much.
While maintaining the second layer of the illusion, he had lost control for a moment and "accidentally" increased the horror level, even letting that endlessly echoing sentence leak into the illusion in its entirety.
And... I think I added too many personal touches...
It should have been a seamless scene of everyday campus life, a realistic setting best suited to lulling someone into complacency.
Now it was all ruined.
The illusion was probably no different from a haunting now.
And Choso had already noticed and begun fighting back. The second layer would not last fifteen minutes before he broke free.
When they faced each other head-on, his meager strength would not even give him a chance to fight back.
Hanyu Suzu took a deep breath, barely maintaining his composure, and glanced at the yellowed Tōsō Talisman in his hand.
It had been a trump card he meant to save for when he had no other choice.
Now... I have no other choice.
A special grade cursed tool passed down through the Hanyu Family, it could forcibly drag someone into a deep illusion. The cost was an enormous expenditure of cursed energy, and the deepest layer was generated entirely from the target's obsessions, beyond even the caster's control.
After gritting his teeth for a long moment, he took out the talisman and reached forward, placing it precisely on Choso's forehead within the illusion.
He recited the incantation, his voice very low, but every word clear:
"Startled awake from a