62. Neightwell - forest of the illusions 2/2

AT THE SAME TIME

WANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW:

The moment Isabella stepped forward, the air around her shimmered. The illusion formed quickly faster than the ones before. A soft glow surrounded her, shifting and twisting until the image settled. Unlike the others, hers wasn't a grand spectacle of torment or heartbreak. It was subtle, almost too subtle. A dimly lit temple appeared before her, flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the ancient stone walls. A familiar scent of incense filled the air. Isabella tensed.

"This is…" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Michael, standing just behind her, stepped forward without hesitation. 

"Your old temple." He said, confirming what I suspected.