Tower Of Biringan City.

CHAPTER 6: The Egoist.

At the commencement of the battle, the Dangga cast the spell of doubt and truth, trapping Illumi and the members of White Maidens beneath the twisted depths of their desires. A mysterious mirror arose, reflecting their souls' deepest longings. Putting them in the mirror.

Cristina found herself in a world where the weight of leadership had been removed off her shoulders in the depths of the delusion. The weight of responsibilities diminished like morning mist, freeing her to roam freely among life's delights. Her days were filled with laughter, joyful excursions, and the sheer pleasure of being alive in this envisioned world. The stresses that had carved lines on her face were smoothed away, and she smiled brightly. Even in the middle of her seeming happiness, a subtle aching persisted in her heart-a yearning for purpose, for the difficulties that had characterized her life as the captain of White Maidens.

Joy, the unwavering healer, lived in a world where her abilities as a dental surgeon were admired by everybody. She was standing in a sophisticated clinic, surrounded by praises and appreciative patients. Her hands worked gracefully and precisely, repairing smiles and changing lives. Gratitude permeated the air, and Lei reveled in the knowledge that her abilities had brought joy to numerous people. Despite her triumph, a shadow flickered in her eyes, a quiet reminder of the wars she had battled with her guild.

The other members of the White Maidens Guild were ensnared in illusions tailored to their deepest desires. Some found themselves in worlds where adventure knew no bounds, where danger was but a thrilling challenge to be overcome. Others experienced lives of quiet contentment, far away from the clash of swords and the heat of battle. Each illusion was a testament to their aspirations, drawing them deeper into the Dangga's web of deceit.

Khione, the ice-wielder, found solace in a vision of domestic bliss. He stood beside Coleen, their child between them, a beacon of happiness and hope. But even in this idyllic scene, a shadow loomed-the memory of a child lost to the merciless grip of the first dungeon break, a wound that could never truly heal. His desire was simple: to be with Coleen forever, as he is scared to lose her.

In the heart of the illusion, as the members of White Maidens and Illumi struggled against the beguiling visions, a sudden sound pierced the air-a sharp, echoing crack that reverberated through the chamber. Kien, the silent but perceptive member of the group, had taken swift action. With unerring aim, he shot a bullet straight into the heart of the mystic mirror.

The mirror quivered, its surface distorting as if in pain, before shattering into countless shards. Each shard glimmered briefly before fading away, carrying with it the remnants of the alluring illusions. The spell was broken, dispelled by Kien's decisive shot from a far.

In the wake of the mirror's destruction, a collective gasp of realization swept through the room. The members of White Maidens and Illumi found themselves freed from the clutches of the Dangga's enchantment. Their eyes, once clouded by illusions, now sparkled with newfound clarity and determination.

Kien, his rifle still drawn, lowered his weapon and met the gazes of his comrades. In that moment, his silent action spoke volumes. It was a part of Illumi's plan all a long, they both planned that right distance. As Illumi knows the potential skill of Dangga. Kien's bullet had not just shattered a mirror; it had shattered the illusion that had threatened to consume their souls.

In the echoes of that moment, the members of White Maidens and Illumi stood confidently, with their spirits unyielding. The Dangga, his façade of invincibility shattered along with his mirror, stared in disbelief at the resolute warriors before him. The battle had taken a decisive turn-a turn brought about by the keen eyes and steady hands of a silent hero.

In the heart of the battle, Khione, the ice-wielder, found himself locked in a fierce struggle with the Dangga. His icy blade clashed with the Dangga's mirror sword, each strike sending sparks of digital energy into the air. Khione, fueled by his determination and skill, gained the upper hand, his blows landing with precision and force.