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Jiaolong emerged from the volcanic passages into the West Sea realm with his corrupted forces behind him. The mist that filled the water should have disoriented him and should have hidden Ao Run's palace behind layers of illusion and confusion. Instead, the corruption radiating from his form cut through the ethereal waters like a blade through silk.
"Lord Jiaolong," one of his corrupted lieutenants spoke, its voice sounded like a robot. "The mist is seeping from everywhere."
Indeed, the West Sea's response was immediate and overwhelming. The mist around them thickened dramatically, and suddenly dozens of identical palaces appeared throughout the water. The silver coral gardens multiplied into endless mazes, and the floating pearl lanterns began moving.
"Clever," Jiaolong observed, his enhanced senses cutting through the illusions like they were made of paper. "But not clever enough."
