The sword energy unleashed was fierce, quickly leaving marks on Windsor Harriman and the little ghosts, tearing their clothes in an instant.
Mother Ghost was furious, carrying Child Ghost and letting out a long howl. The resentment in the air condensed into a small Fantasy Circle.
Inside the illusion, a man in a white robe with a silver crown facing away from her.
His voice was deep and magnetic, "Carol, do you enjoy being with me?"
Flowers surrounded them, the scene breathtakingly beautiful, causing uncontrollable blushing and rapid heartbeats when the low voice sounded.
Caroline Edwin was trapped in the illusion, staring at the man's silhouette with no trace of warmth or ripples in her eyes.
She raised her Frost Flower Sword and stabbed towards his body without hesitation, "Fakes can never be real, even a mere illusion can't trap me."
The moment the sword pierced the man's body, the flowers vanished and the man's silhouette turned into a shadow.
