"You heard her, Shye Crowley—prepare to die! Perhaps you shouldn't have been so arrogant or let your light shine so brightly!" Dante declared with a grin, raising his arms as if delivering a divine judgment on the young man before him.
Soon after, a 200-meter-diameter isolation dome emerged from the ground, designed to mask the assassination by projecting an illusion of peaceful surroundings.
This dome would envelop everyone inside for two full hours.
While it could be destroyed, it would require at least ten powerful attacks from Zeth to break it down, making that strategy impractical for Shye's small group.
'Heh, there's no need to escape anyway.' Shye inwardly sneered in disdain as his eyes darted around, analyzing the movements of the adamantite-ranked adventurers, who were walking playfully toward their designated positions.
