[Well, there's another illusion forming over there, this time of Malice with a stern-faced, tall woman with long white hair. She's dressed in the most immaculate fancy clothes you can imagine, long blood-red and black dress with a tasteful assortment of golden accessories. Despite the difference in hair colors, they both have bright yellow eyes, and the woman's features are remarkably similar to Malice's.
"Have you come to an answer?" She asks. Her voice is serious, but gentle, at odds with her stiff posture and stoic expression.
"I have, yeah," Malice says.
The real Malice meanwhile is once again freezing up, but this time his expression is dark, bitter, and he's quietly growling, glaring at the woman's image.]
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[Well, there's another illusion forming over there, this time of Malice with a stern-faced, tall woman with long white hair. She's dressed in the most immaculate fancy clothes you can imagine, long blood-red and black dress with a tasteful assortment of golden accessories. Despite the difference in hair colors, they both have bright yellow eyes, and the woman's features are remarkably similar to Malice's.
"Have you come to an answer?" She asks. Her voice is serious, but gentle, at odds with her stiff posture and stoic expression.
"I have, yeah," Malice says.
The real Malice meanwhile is once again freezing up, but this time his expression is dark, bitter, and he's quietly growling, glaring at the woman's image.]