Clash of Powers (5)

Although Emperor Varan believed everything he saw was an illusion, a fake, his belief was quickly shattered when he casually slashed an ancient tombstone. He actually felt the resistance of his sword slicing through the tombstone, even if it was only slight.

"No… This can't be…" Emperor Varan's heart shook.

He was certain that he had not been inflicted by any curse; his aura cloak had no opening.

But if he hadn't been cursed and brought into an imaginary world within the mind, it was also hard to explain the realistic feeling he sensed.

He could feel the sand-like gravel, the mournful cries of the wind, the deathly desolation of the world, smell the smokey ash in the air, and even the putrid stench of rotten flesh that oozed out of the cracked graves, not to mention sense the moon-eye that watched his every move.

Emperor Varan had a sense of unease from all this.