It made even less sense for the other party to be a madman, after all, he himself recognised Simon. As such, there could only be one possibility.
Simon stood still for a moment, then slowly reached up to the trinket hanging from his neck. He held the small, unassuming object in his hand, his fingers brushing over the intricate carvings.
The Trinket of Grimlock—a powerful artifact that had allowed him to mask his true identity and mingle with the humans and now, it was the time to unveil it.
He glanced at Vordanaz, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
"I suppose there's no need to keep this charade up any longer," Simon muttered, his voice was low but clear enough for everyone to hear him.
With a flick of his fingers, he dispelled the effects, and in an instant, the illusion covering him shattered. The room seemed to freeze as Simon's body shifted, reverting to its original form.
