[He's pacing around the area, looking for the building he had initially taken himself and his other to escape these copters. Was he imagining it, or could he no longer locate it? His ears perk up at a sound behind him. He stops in his tracks, waiting for a moment. Left hand crackles with energy as he turns...to nothing.
He doesn't relax though. Something about the area is starting to feel off. Brows furrow as he lets out some air. He will need to call on that power. If this is an illusion, then he can break it. His ears swerve around, locating the one spot with a lot of noise, static...] Show yourself. [He pulls a spear practically out of thin air and slashes on his target spot. It cuts through the fabric of space, cracks forming around the area. An unsettling darkness creeping out from the opening. He can't fully break this world's illusion, but he can atleast make pockets. Flush whatever is there out, unless they want to be trapped in that world.]
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He doesn't relax though. Something about the area is starting to feel off. Brows furrow as he lets out some air. He will need to call on that power. If this is an illusion, then he can break it. His ears swerve around, locating the one spot with a lot of noise, static...] Show yourself. [He pulls a spear practically out of thin air and slashes on his target spot. It cuts through the fabric of space, cracks forming around the area. An unsettling darkness creeping out from the opening. He can't fully break this world's illusion, but he can atleast make pockets. Flush whatever is there out, unless they want to be trapped in that world.]