Nam's words echoed in Tristan's head and with each repetition he felt his heart race. How? He wondered inwardly.
"But I... k-killed… a gang... I also ate… how can those be fake?" His gaze felt cloudy from confusion and he looked to those men for answers.
"Those were only physical manifestations... or illusions. Do you know what happened to their bodies afterward? You'd have had to wait at least an hour." Leng explained, still holding Tristan.
"No… I left," Tristan said, searching his memories.
"You said you ate… those were simply illusions," Hash announced with cold certainty. "You ingested masses of cursed Kaos. Only thanks to your high-level body have survived so long "
"I still don't understand," Tristan felt his knees begin to quiver.
Nam, Hash, and Leng exchanged glances before Nam decided to speak.
