Upon hearing this!
Lillian Tompson was startled, her hand movements came to a halt.
But she forced herself to stay silent and continued attempting to withdraw her arm.
Logically, those in the room should have been ensnared by the illusion.
Davion possesses great skill, failure was not an option.
They must be seeing her within the illusion.
Yet an illusion is just an illusion, two entirely different worlds.
"Saintess, if you don't stop, I might have to offend you." Hercules Marsh's voice was filled with discontent.
After saying this, Lillian Tompson continued to reach into the lamp, grabbing that arm!
Upon touching the arm, a warm sensation spread throughout her body!
This arm, undoubtedly belonged to the remains of Pruitt Wilde.
Swoosh!
After two warnings, a steel fork flew directly towards Lillian Tompson!
Crack!
Realizing the danger, Lillian Tompson swiftly sidestepped, the steel fork embedded almost entirely into the wall.
