The scene suddenly changed.
The previous stench of blood and aura of slaughter were gone, replaced by pavilions and palaces with beautifully carved beams and painted rafters.
He lay there reclined on a couch, his head resting on a beauty's thigh as several fairy-like women placed grapes into his mouth.
Opposite him, in the large hall, thin-robed beauties danced gracefully.
The enchanting music reached its crescendo in this moment.
Outside, a significant amount of time had passed.
"This is bad, the child must have completely succumbed to the Illusion Realm, it's already been nearly half an hour."
The testing teacher from the Attack Branch said with some concern.
"Alas, well-rounded in both offense and defense, yet his Soul Power is a weakness. Such a person would be ineffective on the battlefield, easily falling prey to someone else's Illusion Technique, and could even become a weapon for the enemy's use."
