"What… what the hell just happened?" Harold asked as he touched his face, still wet from blood. The room looked pristine, save for the broken reception. The corridors were well lit, everything was neat and clean, and there seemed to be no threat in sight.
"We were caught in an illusion of some kind, as far as I can tell," Nero said as he patted his body, checking to see if anything hurt. Any sudden sharp pains would indicate born bones or bruised muscles, but everything seemed fine. Besides the ringing sound in his ears and slight dizziness, he was alright. But the same could not be said for the rest, especially Jackal.
Nero opened his card case and took out the card that was right on top. It was a simple card used for purification. It wasn't perfect, but it would suffice. He used the card on himself, but there did not seem to be any residual cursed energy on him.
