'Girls, get yourself together! Come here!' I messaged my bodyguards.
They perked up immediately. Whatever illusions were in their mind, at least they still recognized their dad.
Meanwhile, I hovered in the air near groaning Tamsha. As I tried to catch something from his thoughts, the man sat up, muttering something that *definitely* sounded like curses.
The chitin on his face was torn badly. Half of a plate was torn off his cheek, and there were gashes in other places. Blood poured all out—rivers of it! But his eyes were both whole and clear.
He looked around, said something, swore again, and thought clearly enough for me to catch.
'What… What is going on?! You, you damned—liars, sorcerers, ugh! Accursed visions and demons…'
Yeah, Tamsha was going through some *bad* stuff with these pheromones.
