*** Observer's Deck
"We've lost both of their signatures."
An observer rushed back to the deck carrying an injured professor, quickly laying him on a stretcher and ordering the others to look after him.
"You don't need to tell me that. I can see it myself..."
The lead observer stared into the distance at the marker, immediately recognizing how obviously fake it was. Even so, it didn't stop a few overachievers from sprinting or teleporting toward it and attacking the unlucky bastard who had been marked.
"What's going on? Why are you all marking the wrong area!?"
He turned to the observers in charge of the marker, but all he saw were dozens of them staring back with dizzy, glazed eyes.
"I-I can't focus, sir... it's like someone's casting illusion magic on us if we try to—AGH!"
The main observer raised a brow.
'The two are clearly dark-attuned users, but even I have never heard of long-distance reactive illusion magic like this before...'
