The fog filling the boundless void leapt to life all at once, as multiple versions of Belladonna suddenly formed, alongside different versions of the strange woman that called herself a Goddess.
Some of the Belladonna's laughed at the woman, some of them cowered in fear. A few attacked her, taking her presence as a threat and acting on it. A few others simply turned on their heels and ran in blind panic.
Regardless of what they were doing, many of them started to die brutal deaths. Some swift, some slow, some painful, some gory, some painless and a few that simply had her just dropping down dead instantly with no clear reason as to why she died.
As all of these very realistic fog illusions performed their various acts, and met their gruesome ends, the real Belladonna remained frozen with her eyes wide open, her mind racing as she stared at the smirking Goddess.
Sylvi glanced around at the various illusions and chuckled as she shook her head.
