Feeling the focused gazes of the seated Dukes converging upon him, and witnessing their attentive and earnest expressions, in that instant, Rebo Bresen felt an unprecedented satisfaction, a taste known as power, which he had ardently pursued for years yet always fell just short of fully grasping.
Standing before these powerful lords in the name of Violet, implementing his own beliefs and advancing his ideas, was a scene he had fantasized about for countless days and nights.
But the very nature of an illusion is that it lacks the 'reality' to sustain it.
