Skeptical
The mere height was dizzying. The whole situation was disorienting. I could feel my soul slowly drift away from my body, and I could barely feel the branch underneath my feet. These things—these creatures, they had no eyes but I could feel their complete attention on me, staring deep into my being as though they could see my secrets, along with secrets that even I did not know.
What actually sent me reeling was when these ghostlike creatures began to scream, sharp and echoing against my nearly bleeding eardrums. They did nothing but stand there and let out their shrills, which was the creepiest part of this entire experience.
"Hah, so this is what Mirages sound like," Ras said, his voice void of pleasantness. He was so close that I could practically feel his breath graze my skin.
But I had no time to linger on that thought. "Mirages? That's what these creatures are?"