"Lord, everything is ready, are you... prepared?" Margas bowed and asked Duke Sigmund, who was sitting at the center of the massive Abyss Magic Array.
Surrounding the Magic Array were nearly a hundred slaves deprived of their five senses, firmly fixed like puppets on various energy nodes.
Among them, a few recent offenders of military regulations from the Demon Race were mixed in.
"Begin." Sigmund said and then tilted his head back to drink the Illusion Potion in his hand all at once.
Sigmund didn't consider the mysterious enemy a fool. Although he had set a trap, if it alerted the opponent because there was no Illusion Potion, that would truly be a case of being too clever for his own good.
Releasing at the appropriate time makes it less likely to be seen through.
