"Ah!" Thoren was stunned for a moment.

He could not believe his eyes. He never expected the Guild Captain would be so foolish that she would try to use undead skeletons against his summons.

That was stupidity of the highest order. His lips curled up into a sneer as he muttered.

"Undead Summoning."

He might not be an Illusionist, but anything that bordered the undead was his domain.

Instantly, the skeletal hands that were trying to grab the four undead servants halted in their advance.

The pulling force vanished, and slowly from the crimson swamp, dozens of skeletal figures began to emerge.

Their bones were dark and wet, dripping with illusionary crimson mud as they climbed out of the false swamp.

The illusionary hands that should have restrained the undead servants now turned their hollow gazes toward the one who created them.

"T This!" the Guild Captain screamed, her eyes bulging as if they were going to pop out of their sockets.

The Mirage Burial was her creation, but now, she was losing control of it. Her illusion was turning against her.

How was this possible?

A chill ran down her spine, and her staff trembled. Her body was covered in perspiration.

She tried desperately to regain control of her illusion, but failed repeatedly.

The connection that should have obeyed her will now felt muddy, distant, and corrupted.

It was as if an invisible hand had inserted itself into her spell and claimed ownership before her very eyes.

’This cannot happen!’

’This cannot happen!’ she screamed in her mind. She was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

The thought of her creation turning against her almost made her go crazy.

For an Illusionist, losing control of an illusion was humiliating.

For a high level Illusionist like her, it was almost impossible.

Yet, the impossible was happening in front of her.

"Guild Captain!" one of her aides shouted frantically, his expression grave.

Their situation was turning dire with each passing second, and yet their captain was losing focus.

Hmm?

Coming out of her daze, the Guild Captain’s eyes cleared, and she found out she was on the brink of entering the rabbit hole.

She blinked twice and stared at her two aides, who were staring at her with wide eyes.

"The illusion is going to break, and we are going to break!" one of them shouted.

They thought they could take down the four undead with ease, but one exchange had shattered their pride.

The Warrior was groaning in pain. He could not wait for this fiasco to be over so he could attend to his injury.

Even though he had drunk a Healing Potion, he still needed help from a healer.

Therefore, he wanted their Guild Captain to end this battle as soon as possible, but what he heard next shattered his expectations.

"Guild Captain, they are closing in on our position. We need to kill them now," her second aide continued, urging her.

The Guild Captain froze for a second before she shook her head.

"I cannot control them..."

Hmm?

Her two aides could not believe their ears. They wondered if they had heard wrong.

But looking at her solemn expression, they realized she was not kidding.

"We need to hold them back and find a way to escape," she continued.

She could cancel the illusion, but that would make them vulnerable to their enemies. Even though she had lost control of the creatures created by her illusion, their location had yet to be compromised.

Therefore, they could use that to their advantage and flee.

As for the thought of defending their guild hideout, she did not think of that at the moment.

Right now, her only thought was to flee from the Grim Reaper. She had always thought the Grim Reaper was overestimated.

But now, she realized the news did not do justice to his might. He was truly death incarnate.

And for such an existence, the best thing was to flee far away from him.

However, just as the three were planning to escape, the four undead servants turned their gazes, and their hollow sockets locked onto them.

"T This... A Are..." The injured Warrior trembled, feeling the cold, eerie gaze of the undead servants on him.

"Do you see that..."

"They... They are looking..."

Whoosh!

Before he could complete his statement, the four undead servants dashed forward, their weapons raised above their heads.

Danger!

The trio screamed inwardly.

They thought their illusion could hide their position, but they were wrong.

Too wrong. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The illusion that had once protected them had become nothing but a broken curtain before the undead servants.

The Knight raised his shield hastily for defense while the Guild Captain rushed to cast a spell.

Her lips trembled, and her words were incoherent.

Too scared silly.

For the Warrior, he could only try to flee with his injured body.

Bang!

The undead Storm Tyrant’s hammer collided with the Knight’s shield once again, but this time, the shield shattered to pieces while the hammer struck the Knight’s chest.

Crack!

The sound of his ribs pulverizing echoed on the street as he was sent flying dozens of meters.

His body smashed into a mud wall, breaking through it before rolling across the ground like a broken doll.

Blood poured from his mouth, and his armor caved inward around his chest.

For the Guild Captain, the undead Royalty Stonewall swung its deadly blade.

Bang!

She raised her staff at the last minute, but the blade cut through the staff as if it was nothing.

Ahhh!

The Guild Captain’s right arm flew into the air, crashing a few feet behind her, blood gushing onto the ground.

She fell to her knees, her face pale.

She lost her control over the illusion, and the illusion vanished almost immediately.

The false beasts disappeared.

The crimson swamp collapsed.

The skeletal hands turned into broken mist.

The distorted street returned to its original appearance, revealing the real battlefield beneath the lies.

Just then, a soul rending scream came from behind. The Warrior’s head exploded into fragments, and blood and brain juice splattered onto the ground.

His headless body fell to the ground.

For a minute, the street was deathly quiet except for the wailing coming from the two injured guild members.

The Guild Captain knelt on the ground, clutching the bleeding stump where her right arm had once been.

Her breathing became ragged.

Her elegant smile was gone.

Her confidence was gone.

Her pride was gone.

Everything she had built through manipulation, control, and illusion had collapsed in one brutal exchange.

The Level 35 Knight struggled among the broken mud bricks, trying to rise, but his chest had been crushed too badly.

Every breath he took sounded wet and painful.

His once proud shield lay beside him in shattered pieces.

The Guild Captain slowly raised her head.

Suddenly, light footsteps came from the distance.