"Scout the way?" Boyd's expression darkened further.
Those capable of entering Heartstealer Island were geniuses of their respective races, naturally intelligent.
As Owen walked forward, he reassured, "It's actually a good thing they used you for scouting. Soon, they'll all come down, and then we'll be safe."
Boyd followed Owen closely, looking around: "Why does this place look so much like the scenery outside the mountains of Heartstealer Island?"
He pointed at a hill in the distance, "That hill over there exists outside the Heartstealer Island mountains too."
A flicker of insight crossed Owen's mind, like something brushing past, but it was fleeting, and he couldn't grasp it.
"These must be illusions," Boyd muttered, perhaps because the quiet was too unsettling, "They all seem so fake."
"Hmm," Owen responded nonchalantly.
