Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 385 Swear Allegiance

If it hadn’t been for Emrys sudden remark, Matteo would have believed himself to be standing atop a sea of magma, having personally pushed his own son into it.

This was the pinnacle of illusion technique, immersing people so deeply that they lost all sense of reality.

Matteo was immersed in the sorrow and self–reproach of the recent past, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

Although he now knew that everything that had just occurred was merely an illusion, it felt all too real.

The idea of personally killing his own son was deeply ingrained in Matteo’s mind.

It was an extreme agony.

After a long time, Matteo’s throat bobbed a few times before he asked, “How exactly did you manage to do it?”

Everything that had just happened was beyond his understanding. It was simply too bizarre.

Even though he was the one who had created this illusory world and he was the god of this world, why had he suddenly been overthrown by this person from Chanaea?

Matteo couldn’t comprehend it.

Emrys smiled and said, “What you refer to as illusion techniques are merely minor skills for friars in Characa,”

“Friars?”

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a bitter laugh and said, “So you’re

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even decipher

was mysteriously

was just hearsay for Matteo. He had never truly encountered the

techniques, which the Hidden Fighters Alliance took great pride in, were merely some minor

wasn’t until this day that he believed, after witnessing Emrys‘

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friars of Chanaca are truly

it, or was it you?” After a moment of contemplation. Matten asked, his

make you forget that you were he master of this world. Then, within your world of illusions. I

moment Emrys spoke, it instantly made Matteo gasp in surprise.

a hallucination magecraft upon them was an unheard–of tactic.

of Chanace are truly terrijving!

moment. Matter was far from harboring any thoughts

y stunned

if I wanted to break through your illusion i would be a piece of

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