Day ▋▋ - ▋▋:26 PM - Outer Area, Kingdom of Black Duendes, Spirit Dimension
Looking at his surroundings, Mark could not help but frown.
Luserio having the title of a King and being the strongest among the Black Duendes was well deserved. Mark had not met him face to face, but it was, without a doubt, his magic that led Mark to this situation.
Making images appear from thin air, dulling their sense of direction, and even obscuring the presence of the soldiers, they had been affected by several of Luserio's illusions in a short period.
The only different one was the fog, as it was not an illusion but an actual thing. Still, the ability to conjure fog and make it disappear quickly was another feat itself.
Fortunately, Mark was not entirely oblivious to the illusions. He noticed that he had already gone half a lap across the town and stopped. He also detected the flying Demons before they got too close.
