298. The Mysterious Village

Tyler tightened his grip on the telescope that he had quickly retrieved from his storage device. He peered through the lens, focusing on their missing companion. The grandmaster, an expert in illusions, now looked completely different. His posture, his expressions—everything about him resembled an ordinary villager. He walked calmly, delivering a stack of grass to a group of cows in a nearby field, his demeanor casual as if he had always belonged there.

Since they couldn't use divine sense, they had no choice but to rely on the telescope for observation.

"This can't be real…" a grandmaster muttered. "He's acting as if he belongs here."

"He's been swallowed by the illusion," Mana said gravely. "It's not just an illusion—it's his reality now."

Another grandmaster, unable to contain himself, disappeared in a burst of speed. He reappeared beside the missing man and tried to grab his shoulder.

His hand passed through as if touching air.