Hansel just shook his head, "We dealt too big a blow to them at the Blood Moon, they're scattered. There's no way she could get enough of them in one place to pull this." Considering how deep some were hiding right then, Hansel would bet his favourite knife on them flat out refusing to gather anywhere until the next Blood Moon, and even then they'd be chancing it.
"It doesn't feel like an illusion, it feels real." Eerie and unnatural, but real all the same. He knew if he put his fist through a wall it would hurt, if he shot something it'd take the damage. It hardly mattered that the air felt oppressive and the walls felt like they had eyes.