```
"Did you know all along, brother Morocoy?" Two Dragon Priests leaned against the black stone walls of Black Abyss Arena, their shadowed figures watching the one in the center of the stands, helping Lyle up—the Prince of the Black Abyss. "Was it all just an illusion?"
"What do you think, my sister Irason?" Scholar didn't go out, dealing with Lyle's matter didn't require his intervention, and he was inclined to keep a low profile.
Irason shook her head, the new sprouts hanging from her crown emitting a sweet fragrance.
"I'm not certain, an illusion that sows confusion and spreads emotion. A capable Dream Messenger could do it, and so could a Soul Master. That revived omen has the power to manipulate fear, meaning it can taint souls and naturally create hallucinations. And the other speculation... brother, isn't that why you nurtured Lyle?"
