Rhea confusingly glanced at Lilac, "You mean all that wasn't real?" She asked.
"Of course, it's not. All this black smokes, it is illusion magic." Lilac explained and slammed away the dagger in Rhea's hand, "You is almost going to kill yourself!"
The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter, and Rhea's eyes followed the sound. It was only then that she realized she had been clutching tightly onto the dagger just now.
Rhea's body was still slightly shaking from what she'd just experienced. The images of Draven being ripped open by the smoke made her shudder and terrified. It took awhile before her body began to stabilize. If Lilac hadn't gotten here somehow, Rhea realized she would have killed herself to save a fake Draven.
She looked around, "Where...where is Draven?" She asked, with a sense of panic in her voice as she couldn't find her husband.