"Something's not right," muttered Johan as a creeping fog began to envelop them. The surroundings morphed and twisted, turning the familiar terrain of the fifth floor into a land of shadows and echoes. Shadow toads, previously vanquished, seemed to rise again, their forms shifting between solidity and mist. "Remember the mission," a hauntingly familiar voice whispered, its intonation dripping with false concern. "Turn back. It's not too late."
Johan's thoughts raced. 'Are these voices real? No, they can't be. We've come too far to turn back now. Damn toads... Does all of toads in this floor have the ability to weave illusions? Isn't this too difficult?
