Return? (3)

Anyway, it would be nice if it all went away, this scene was fine, but he had no desire to look again at the despair and terror on the faces of the people around him. Looking at the other scenes in his life really seemed like a bad idea, especially when he had tried so hard to forget them in a dark corner of his memory.

But no matter how complex or how strong an illusion was, it was always possible to create a breach to get out of it, or even break it, and that's what he was going to do.

Here Wizards and Saints prepared themselves during their lives in anticipation of their death, and learned and mastered all sorts of techniques in preparation for that moment. The concept was a bit strange, but there had even been rumors about some of them even dying voluntarily, in order to cross over to the other side of the veil, before resurrecting, just to check their mastery of their skills.

Anyway, the techniques for breaking illusions were part of this category of spells useful in life and afterward, so he had learned some too.

He began to focus his psychic energies while mentally reciting the beginning of the incantation to break illusions and dreams

(O Asaria, lord of illusions and truths, may your eternal light dispel the dark bastion of ignorance and lies. May the truth of the invisible Sovereigns slay all illusory darkness.)

With an effort of will, he channeled within himself the illusion-breaking spell he knew best. Focusing every ounce of power in him to destroy the hold of the powerful spells that bound his senses. But this had no effect whatsoever, despite his concentration the spell that should have been unleashed remained pitifully weak, as if he was deprived of any form of power to sustain him. It didn't even create the slightest ripple in the texture of the reality that surrounded him.

This... it was absurd. Had he done something wrong? No, he knew this spell by heart and could use it even with half a liter of alcohol in his blood, so where was the mistake?

His spell shouldn't have been so weak, but even so, it should have had a direct effect on his perception of his environment, yet he didn't feel the slightest change. There was a reason why even the most powerful archimages, as well as the gods, had created almost infinite kinds of labyrinths of changing illusions, and that the most sophisticated illusions were made up of an almost stupid number of illusory spells, superimposed one on top of the other. Because creating an unbreakable or unalterable illusion was impossible.

Was it just because his spell was too weak?

Faced with the absurdity of the situation, he decided to pour all the power of his psyche into his techniques in order to create a breach, even a slight one. Faced with a spell of illusion as solid as this one, he persevered, again and again. As elaborate as the prodigy was, his attempts would end up creating a flaw or a breach around him.

Yet even after 9 attempts, no matter what he tried, nothing was different, everything remained the same. It was so absurd that he was unable to understand what was going on.

This kind of situation normally only happened in one situation: it was when it was real and there was nothing to be dispelled.

But it didn't make sense.

Then when he was about to start again, he stopped halfway through his act when images of what had happened before his death, especially the memories of the moments before Aleria's death came back to his mind.

The amount of magical energy totally absurd in the ritual circle she had performed. Her despair when he had completed it, as if she had not wanted him to do it, and then the words she had spoken when she had bound her spirit to his, he repeated to himself the words she had spoken with a mixture of hope and urgency "Help... return... save... home...please".

Struck by a sense of disbelief, he looked back into the invocation room with his eyes wide open and a haunting thought in his head.

If all this was not an illusion, but the reality, so did that mean he was really back in the past??

At that moment he had the impression to hear something breaking in his mind in front of this absurd situation.

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(YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME! RIGHT ?!)