[quote]Looking at the rider with a winged helmet towing behind two elves, Carnatia wondered if she had unknowingly caught in the phantoms' illusion despite her best effort. She was sure that she had discarded the whispers of the phantoms as excess, and had focused solely on the lantern's light, and yet...

Neither Gray Flame nor Vesemir had given any more warnings regarding the phantoms aside from 'do not look or touch' and Carnatia was sure she had avoided either, so was this rider...a real non-illusory existence then? Or had she been unknowingly caught in their illusions through methods she was not aware of?

[i][color=f26522]'...If Sir Gray knew of other methods the phantoms would ensnare us into their illusions and fail to warn us, I swear—'[/color][/i]

She shook her head and calmed herself down. Now was not the time. With the mass of phantoms just at the periphery of her visions and the darkness all around, it was a bit hard to quite make out where the others were. And trying to listen for any signs of the others was an exercise in futility, as the whispers of the phantoms drowned every other sound. Only the light of the lantern remained, acting as a beacon.

And so Carnatia drew her rapier, as she continued forward toward the lantern's light. If the rider was an illusion, then he should prove no real danger to her. If it was real, then she would be ready to fight.[/quote]

The redhead fencer kept moving forward, and so did the captain of the cruel soldiers, who remained unaware of Carnathia's presence, even after having that silent standoff. 

As the two moved toward their own opposite directions, the beacon shone trecherously brighter, and all was white for a while in Carnathia's vision until the world suddenly turned dim again. She finally walked back to the realm of the living at last, but because she didn't time her stop, it got her bumped into one familiar masked elf, who was kneeling waiting for her arrival.

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[quote=@Remuri v2]
Nanashi was concentrated on reaching the light as the time became darker and more haunted. He was trained to be a shinobi, able to go alone across the fabled mist realm, which is home to yokais and other mythical dwellers. The determined man's fixation on something caused him to ignore the tricks and illusions. The black-haired man in a kimono rushed silently towards the light, bypassing obstacles and anything that could slow him down using ki sensing and keeping his guard hard and ready to counter an initiative attack. He had nothing to do with the surrounding events as he kept his mind the masked elven advice, reaching the light as could seen from far distance. 
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It seemed both Nanashi and Carnathia could see each other or perhaps everyone else if they wanted to, and thus why the communication between them was lacking was anyone's guess. 

The samurai's return was even more clamorous. His mortal body, suddenly moved by the momentum from the other side, leaped forth and crashed into Engelbert in the process. But at least that was two people already returned to their senses. 

Not entirely good news for Gray Mask, who immediately returned to Carnathia, checking her condition, that if she saw it, still emanating a faint mist from her body. 

“Carnathia, can you hear me?” he inquired with a heavy voice, both hands clutching her shoulders. “Where are the others? Tell me what happened.”

Behind her, the others, from the tallest Forbann to their healer Roxas, stood at their places, unmoving as if freezing in time. 
Carnathia was returned with her rapier drawn, and that was worrying. 

"Did you fight those phantoms?"