What would the Defender do now? Would he reach for his hammer? Would he suffer for it? Would the fact that the light emmanating from the hammer seemed to peel away some of the illusion, the dust that seemingly settled near it disappearing onto a finely polished, rich mahogony table top,catch his notice? So many choices, so little time.

((Still alive?))

((Hm...No more questions for little ol' me? Jayce? I do believe you still need to retrieve your hammer ))

Jayce coughs a bit, before reaching over to the hammer, not noticing the illusion peeling right before his eyes. As soon as his hammer is in his hands... nothing happens.

Jayce received Hammer!

Emilia,

Greetings and salutations. I know it may be strange for you to receive a letter from the Machine Herald himself, however I do have an inquiry:

Why do you find it so necessary to manipulate and deceive others?

- Viktor