"Then what about you? Are you ok?" Ailetta asked, her tone couldn't hide her anxiousness although Noah didn't show any signs of being affected by the so-called hallucinations.
"I'm fine….As long as I'm able to see past the illusions. But…..if I couldn't resist it, my situation would be just like that ant…"
The ant by this time was on one knee, its breaths were labored, its energy drained, and its mental, broken. Countless swords had pierced through it that it had lost count how many times it was stabbed. The pain that had wracked its being earlier had dulled into numbness. It no longer felt fear, anger, or even the primal urge to fight for survival. Instead, a hollow emptiness consumed it, and its mind teetered on the edge of oblivion.
