"Hold on! She's becoming suspicious, this assassination is simply too foolish! Can't you concoct something with a bit more complexity?" A man named Trivank was berating his companion in a secret chamber.
At this moment, his companion was intently fiddling with a crystal ball, as if something within it was about to break free.
"Stop nitpicking! Do you know how difficult it is to weave a dream that can fool her?" The companion manipulating the crystal ball retorted discontentedly, simultaneously intensifying his control over it.
Inside the crystal ball, a purple halo pulsed like breathing, but with the controller's increased exertion, the trembling gradually stabilized.
Seeing the purple halo settle, the manipulator finally exhaled a long breath and freed one hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
