Chapter 334: Another Illusionary Realm

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** I laid out my theory to the group, attempting to quell the growing anxiety that had taken root in our hearts. “It seems we’ve fallen into an illusion,” I began, my voice firm and resolute. “Our real bodies are likely under threat. To escape, we must believe that everything here is fake. Close your eyes, meditate, and find your calm. Believe it, not just superficially, but from the depths of your heart. Without that belief, we cannot break free.” The warriors nodded, their faces set with determination, but the elves hesitated. Their reluctance was understandable—this was their city, their home. To dismiss it as an illusion was not an easy task. Seeing their struggle, I resorted to a harsher approach, hoping to provoke a reaction. “Do you wish for all this to be true? That your compatriots have vanished without a trace? That the elderly, the children, every happy family has been torn apart, leaving nothing but a ghost town? Is that what you want? I’ve he