“They have to believe that these copies are us,” Phoenix said, looking up at the sky. These illusory copies were moving in all directions, luring the Feralians to move towards them. Every time the strange beings approached the copies, the illusions would fade into thin air, leaving behind a misleading void.
We took the moment to move between the shadows and the scattered Feralin.
As we walked away from the Feralians, we saw a crystal tower, floating in the center of the kingdom, glowing with a radiant blue light. “Lyrax there,” Sidra said.
This tower was like a giant cage, made of an indefinable material. It was suspended in space, as if it defied gravity.
But the problem was that the tower was surrounded by a ring of Ferals, as if they were guards for this place.
When we arrive
