The magus bit his finger and swiftly drew a blood circle on the ground, while Owen remained with his eyes closed, indifferent.
"Hmph, still so leisurely? You'll regret this."
The magus smeared his hands with his own blood, pressed them into the blood circle, and shouted, "Remember this, my name is Laubus."
Owen opened his eyes as the scene on the field changed.
A fog spread from the blood circle, enveloping the entire arena.
Then, numerous figures appeared within the mist—a group of strongmen stood beside Laubus, with a lean fistfighter in front of him.
What in the world?
A ward?
"Interesting, this must be the embodiment of your inner self, right?" Owen's eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Exactly, an illusion of reality is still a form of reality. Be careless, and this ward can claim your life."
"Oh, not bad. I admit, sometimes the fake can indeed become real."
