"It's....her, isn't it?" Rama inquired as she stared at the ghostly apparition, supposedly his past lover, the thought of him and her being together made her blood boil.
"She's dead, it's only an illusion." He noted blatantly.
"Then who's creating the illusions?" She asked.
"The dark witch queen." He remarked.
No one needed to tell her why the dark witch queen was using illusions of his past lover against them. It was obviously to trigger him and make him lose focus, but he didn't seem to be in the least fazed by it, rather irked.
An eerie hush was spurred from the direction of the illusionary phantom as she moved toward a different direction in the labyrinth, her ghostly figure lost to sights.
Grasping his blade tightly, he proceeded to follow it, but Rama suddenly grabbed him impulsively with alarm etched on her face as she shook her head negatively.
