"No. I've tried." Enoch makes the same flicking motion with his hand again, this time to express his annoyance. He hates it when he doesn't understand something. Even worse when it's something about himself that he's unable to quantify and explain away just by studying hard enough. "The place was outdoors, likely in the nearby Riftlands, judging from the flora. And it was more realistic than any illusion I've ever made. Even I almost believed it was real."

He's just treating Crysta as his crow again, although saying all of this aloud is helping to settle the anxiety he's been trying to repress ever since the storm started. This isn't the same as the pulse. But he'd bet on the phenomena being more related than unrelated.

"Everyone in the lab went unconscious before it could be studied further. Another Enodia mystery to add to the pile. And—" Enoch smirks at her. "—a strong indication that I could, in fact, project an illusion while being murdered."