[Wen Ning's fist goes through the creature's stone face and the whole thing crumbles as though it had been made of sand. He watches it collapse with a dispassionate look, uncertain if he's truly beaten a foe or if this is another illusion.
Perhaps it's been beaten simply because he willed it to be so.
The hows and whys don't matter, really, so long as there's no longer an obstacle to face. It hadn't even been as cathartic as he'd hoped, knowing it isn't real. He sighs, closing his eyes. The black lines are already receding from his face.]
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Perhaps it's been beaten simply because he willed it to be so.
The hows and whys don't matter, really, so long as there's no longer an obstacle to face. It hadn't even been as cathartic as he'd hoped, knowing it isn't real. He sighs, closing his eyes. The black lines are already receding from his face.]
Are you seeing anything else that I'm not?