39. Galen

The illusion persisted, and my heart pounded with worry as I watched Alex slumped to the ground, caught in the wiles of the seductive demon. My mystical abilities would not break the trap, but my voice rang out with determination.

"Alex, wake up," I spoke urgently, knowing his senses were clouded by illusion. "What you see is not real. It's a devil's trap. You have to resist, come back to reality."

As I uttered these words, I felt the helplessness of not being able to free Alex from the illusion directly. Still, I stood by his side, reaching out a hand in the hope that somehow he could feel my support through the connection we shared.

"Alex, trust me. I'm here with you," I added, trying to instill strength in him through my words. The room, despite its deceptive appearance, testified to the battle between reality and demonic seduction.