Chapter 75: Echoes of Fear

"Here, reality is malleable, and truth is a fickle concept."

The resistance members exchange wary glances, their expressions a mix of apprehension and determination. They press forward, their every step a cautious advance into the unknown. But the illusionist's influence is relentless, weaving their deepest fears and insecurities into the very fabric of the illusion.

A door materializes before them, its surface adorned with intricate patterns that seem to writhe and shift. Xavier reaches for the handle, his fingers trembling slightly. With a determined breath, he pushes the door open, revealing a room that mirrors their most haunting memories.

Sophia's breath catches as she gazes at the scene before her—an eerie replica of her childhood home, complete with flickering candlelight and a faint, ghostly voice that echoes her name. She swallows hard, her resolve warring with the rising panic within her.