Hidden Enemy Amongst The Blizzard

'An illusion? Was it his doing? No, he wouldn't need to, if he wanted me dead, I'd be dead by now.'

Hexo then quickly looked around and wondered, where? What was it? Was it nearby?

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder behind him, and when he turned around. He felt like he was dragged out of something.

"Huh?!" He asked as he opened his eyes and fell onto the ground

"Hey, Hexo, you okay?" Satire asked

"What happened?" Hexo asked after looking around.

Shera remained leaned in on the tree and the young man just stood there silently without saying anything. He was most likely in deep thought.

"Huh? I'm not sure, you just suddenly froze up on your feet so I thought I should check on you to make sure everything was okay." Said Satire

'She didn't notice?'

"Hey, satire. Can illusions target a specific individual? Without another magician nearby noticing?" Hexo asked