The situation was growing increasingly dire, with everyone's souls inexplicably sucked into a phantasmal realm.
If one were to die within this illusion, it would spell death for all.
The calm previously maintained by the team members, under the belief that this was merely a trial, had now dissipated into panic.
Voices overlapped in anxious inquiry, "What should we do?"
Faces turned towards one another, the oppressive sensation of Damocles' sword hanging overhead making the atmosphere unbearably tense.
Brawny stepped forward towards the creature, asking, "Do you reckon this thing understands human speech?"
Willow responded, "According to historical records, some do."
Jonathan, with a twisted smile and a hint of irritation, retorted, "What do you mean 'some'? Shouldn't we have clarified this before conducting our investigation?"
Willow's expression darkened, clearly in a foul mood.
