The presence whom Jeremiah revered was in a foul mood at the moment. He sat on the cold steps, slowly pressing his index finger against his temple, his gloomy expression accompanied by a clear sound of gritting teeth. Lyle opened his eyes, and the ground in front of him was upturned. After the illusion left, the barren paradise reminded him of Cassandra's bare wooden cabin.
The stark disparity in reality made the Master of Illusions constantly complain. His consciousness was connected to the spiritual network, feeling the joy and excitement of the illusions, while his loneliness echoed like an alarm clock that wouldn't stop ringing. Switching his mental connection to one-way transmission, Lyle isolated his own negative energy from affecting those distant children.
