"What the fuck?" Bardeelus could only sigh.
He tried so hard to prepare mentally before entering this floor, only for that effort to be trashed in the first few seconds. It was frustrating, and surely, there was nothing he could do about it.
The worst out of the worst was expected in the meantime, but surprisingly, they were greeted with stoic poker faces only. This wasn't the best welcome, but it was better than any actual hostility.
These people were powerful enough to drive the team insane, through illusions, so it was advantageous that they were neutral instead. Though, it was impossible not to get nervous here.
Bardeelus had to melt the ice between the two sides, so he asked. "Is a pure bastard welcome here? You know I'm not evil."
"Welcome…? Well, to a certain extent." An illusionist answered.
