Ian had heard of illusions. One illusion that work almost too real for anyone to hardly tell it was an fake and was created by magic. The illusion magic was more enhance when one does it with sacrifices, activating it using black magic, which often the dark sorcerers. It was similar to what Maroon had to go through, except that one was made specially for Demons.
But he doubted it was an illusion, "Seems like the village got more secret than the world ever do. But we'll visit there the day after. I'm planning to visit a funeral tomorrow. Two of them."
Elise turned her head when Ian put a smile and sat, "Lipton's family died in a recent fire building. I came there but everything had turned to black crisp."
Elise frowned, her expression turned worse as death served her more than she could take. "Was there any survivor?" At this point, Elise knew that asking for no one to die would be a miracle. She still hope for it but she didn't hang her hope high.
