"Your mind was simply deceived by the illusion created by the surrounding mist, Master," Miranda's helpless voice echoed inside his mind.
"What?" Leon was stunned. "How is that possible? Why would I fall for such an illusion?"
He had made sure to stay alert and guard himself against any illusions. Yet, how could he still be affected? Was Miranda mistaken?
"That's the reality, Master," Miranda replied weakly. "You're lost in the illusions the mist has cast around you. Your mind was controlled by it, and you almost stepped into the swamp right in front of you."
Leon fell silent, his eyes fixed on the vast swamp ahead—spanning nearly five hundred acres. If he had jumped in, death would have been certain.
Even if he survived, escaping would be nearly impossible. The swamp's sucking mud could drag anyone down swiftly.
"Huh..." he sighed deeply. "I was really careless. Sorry, Miranda. And thank you for saving me. Without you, I might have died just now."
