Cain felt a hint of fear blossom in his heart...
He stared deeply at Steve, "So you mean to tell me none of you were attacked by anything a few moments ago?"
His gaze travelled across all their faces, searching for a discrepancy, but he found none. They all seemed genuinely as confused as he was.
Steve frowned, "I am sure of it. However, it you say you were attacked, and you wholeheartedly believe it, then we cannot dismiss it as well."
His frown turned a bit ugly,
"That means either you, or all of us, have become the target of a mental spell, or enchantment."
The radiance flickered.
Cain grimaced, "An enchantment?"
Steve nodded, then he asked,
"Think back to it, Cain. How real did the attacks feel?"
Cain frowned, "Very really, not at all different from what one would expect of an indiscriminate attack."
Steve nodded, and his eyes narrowed,
"Then, was there any intent behind these attacks?"
