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The veteran glanced back at the building behind him, having just felt, instinctively, that something had twisted momentarily.
But no one had noticed anything, and the observer teams didn't relay any other messages.
"It's Chaos, the Book of Knowledge, the scum of Mimicking Birds," the One-eyed had already cut open the sleeve of the slain sentinel, "Everyone drink the Mechanical Mind Potion. We're starting our anti-illusionist warfare."
"I hate Mimicking Birds," grumbled the veteran as he uncorked his bottle of potion and chugged it down in one go.
It tasted of almonds, slightly bitter, but at least it would allow the users to ignore most illusion techniques for the following period—this was a specialty of the Mimicking Bird's disciples.
"There's news from the Druids. They've sent three tutors proficient in transformation magic to provide us with aerial reconnaissance."
