It felt like he was walking in circles, but his divine sense was immune to its trickery. Just as he was about to reach the girls, a suppressive aura washed over him making his hair stand on end. A great urge to conquer arose in him. He could resist the illusions of his parents but he couldn't fight against this. His red eyes glowed intensely as he turned his heel towards the source of the aura. He was like a fierce tiger whose territory had been encroached upon by another.
In an instant, his figure vanished leaving behind the thick fog swirling restlessly. When he reappeared, he found himself in front of a white coffin on a stone platform partially concealed by the fog. It had strange sigils carved in gold drawing power from whatever was inside. It was being used as a battery to sustain the illusion and intrude into the minds of those unfortunate enough to stumble upon the fog.
