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I was alone.
I’d thought that it would feel like I’d made a huge mistake, but strangely, there was a feeling of righteousness that came with my decision. I probably shouldn’t have felt exhilarated, but I did. Whatever thing Fenn had felt so strongly, I only had a twinge of it. Did that mean that it was better for Fenn to go and me to stay? Or just that I wasn’t great at tuning into luck when the stakes were high? I shrugged off the question and tried to focus on the task at hand. I made a mental list of the things I knew.
Illusion magic was limited in the effects that it could produce. There was an upper limit to the amount of pain it could dish out, as an example.
Though it seemed like my illusory body could desync with my actual body, this either cost something, or there were limits to it.
For an illusion to work like reality, the illusion mage had to understand what the reality was.
The game layer was sacros
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