Holy war 29

"Ahhhh please no!"

"Mom, can I kill him?"

"Sure~"

"No, p-please, n-no, noooo!!!"

Horrifying screams, a monstrous form, and a nightmarish end—Lilliana saw it all. Her visions shifted and changed every second, each scenario laid before her eyes spanning days, weeks, months, and even years. It felt strange, as she processed all of this in mere seconds. Each moment was detailed, each structure, context, and continuity clear to her, despite the rapid pace.

She understood it all. It was as if she grasped the heart of the user, which confused her mind even more. She knew everything she was seeing was some kind of illusion, a memory, yet it felt both unreal and real at the same time, causing her to have a headache in this ever-changing reality.