Standing on the deck of the sailboat, the hazy figure of the old man turned silent. He remained silent for a long time. Meanwhile, Adam stood there beside him with a faint smile on his face.
In the harbor before him, the swords of the masked assassins stabbed right into each other. The target of their attack, Anna, was nowhere to be seen.
The assassins found their comrades' swords lodged into their hearts. All of them coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, the grip around their swords gradually loosening up as their bodies trembled.
However, before they could even fall to the ground, they had already disappeared into motes of light!
"Surprised?" Adam glanced at the hazy figure with a look of amusement on his face. The figure remained silent, quite taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
"You see," Adam began, "the greatest illusion magic is not what you see, but what you believe to be true."
He then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
