Roselle's eyes widened. She looked around, scanning the trees and shadows.
Then a smile spread across her face. Her eyes began glowing a soft pink.
"As expected of the Lord," she said. "Even I was fooled."
Her expression then turned cold and serious.
"Lowly lifeforms," she called out, her voice cutting through the forest. "Show yourselves."
A few meters ahead, the seemingly empty clearing flickered. The air rippled like disturbed water, and the illusion shattered - revealing three figures.
At the front stood a muscular man with short dark hair, clad in full armor. He held a massive shield before him, positioned protectively. Behind him crouched two women.
One was on the shorter end, with bright red hair and slightly pointed ears. She wore a dark cloak and a witch's hat that seemed too large for her head. In her hands, she gripped a mage staff taller than herself.
