The black smoke gradually faded before disappearing completely.
But then, something unexpected happened—Nolan was no longer where he had been. Instead, he found himself standing in the middle of a vast grassland.
What's going on? Why am I here? Was I suddenly transported? Nolan wondered in silence.
Strangely, he hadn't sensed any magic fluctuations or anything unusual. That could only mean one thing—he was inside an illusion.
An illusion, huh? he muttered, narrowing his eyes. It's so real... I almost didn't notice it.
Illusion magic was a branch of sorcery that manipulated the mind of its target.
Anyone caught in it would be unable to break free—unless they managed to locate the core of the illusion.
"Tsk... Just as expected from the foolish prince of the Great Velmora Empire—you're as careless as ever."
A mocking voice echoed from ahead.
Nolan looked up and saw a woman in a skin-tight black outfit appear out of thin air.
She had a tall, slender, and seductive figure.
