The conflict at the entrance to the Inner Court had barely begun before it was declared over, as quickly and suddenly as it had started.
In that moment, the Hall Guard Knight saw a peculiar silver Construct 'drill' out from within his colleague's body and pass through an invisible water surface, where the spatial ripples undulated, and his colleague's face cracked like a mirror, shattering into pieces, gradually disappearing like melting snow.
Although he retreated swiftly enough, he still took a sword to the chest; the blade, like a silver fang, pierced through his robe and the thick ring armor beneath, slashing across his collarbone, leaving a penetrating wound near his right shoulder.
"It's an illusion."
Pressing his wound, the Hall Guard Knight rolled back, shouting lowly, "It's the enemy, stop them!"
