On the edge of a desert highway, travelers were scattered atop several mounds, gazing into the distance at a small town at the end of their line of sight.
The expected desolation did not occur, what caught their eyes was lush greenery, a vibrant oasis that, even at dusk, promised to hold breathtaking beauty. The only oddity seemed to be that the trees within were all too tall and appeared to have been stained with a layer of black.
Encircling the oasis were exquisitely-built houses scattered in an orderly fashion, forming the scale of a small town.
But now, it was devoid of people.
As the night grew darker, everyone's visibility deteriorated.
And several minutes had already passed.
The guide of the sightseeing bus began to count the number of people, ready to move on to the next destination.
However, when counting Tang Qi and McGraw, the guide and others seemed to see right through them, skipping over without notice.
The effect of the Illusion Spell!
