To be more precise, Greya's soul was changing.
Puffs of mist were showing up from her soul, which slowly joined the clouds nearby. The area around her slowly became blurry… until different sceneries were seen.
Green saplings thriving for life, colorful fowls chasing each other, ferocious beasts napping in peace, and giant whales falling and providing nutrients to new lives…
Everything was short-lived and brief. Different sights showed up and vanished rapidly.
"This is it?" Flora muttered, "Doesn't look like a big deal."
The strange sight appeared similar to elementary illusions. Flora knew she could easily create such illusions in the blink of an eye.
Sunders had been watching the "illusions" with a frown.
His pupils suddenly constricted as he called out, "Wait… those are not illusions."