The mages who had made progress in their research stood in the laboratory, clad in dazzling magic shields, staring blankly at everything that was happening.
In their hearts, there was only curiosity about the text, with no temptation from the evil aura within the demon text.
Fran had always warned them to be careful, yet they thought Fran was being alarmist. It was just researching text; how could it possibly seduce any evil within them?
It wasn't until today, when the Archmage who had recently been currying their favor suddenly mutated in front of them, that they realized the danger. If Adrian hadn't acted promptly, their heads might have been torn off.
Adrian dismissed the shields and asked them with a smile how they felt and whether they needed a rest.
The mages only then reacted, shaking their heads to decline, but requested Adrian to provide them a quiet place, preferably where no one else would enter.
Adrian chuckled inwardly and agreed.
