''Won't you reveal yourself, Freda?'' The man with a scimitar uttered, his eyes fixed in a particular direction, adjacent to where he hovered in mid air.
He was giggling under his breath, while covering his nose with his palm.
''Aye, aye boy—hehe.'' Afterwards, a sonorous laugh echoed in the entire swampy region like the sweet melodious voice of a soprano.
The melody resonated in everyone's ears, trapping their mind in a symphony of a captivating mental prison.
To everyone's surprise, Jerouch was the first to break free from the mental entrapment almost immediately, followed by the other S rank warlocks before the remaining A rank warlocks finally got out of the trance state with so much efforts.
Zephyr was the last to jolt out of the mental spell which made his face drained of colour. He was shortly disoriented, confused about what suddenly took over him, but glancing at others, he could see the same look of confusion on their faces.
