As an ancient saying from the time of the Three Kingdoms goes, "Though they have never met, eternal enemies will recognize each other when they cross paths."
That saying perfectly suited Leon at this moment. He had never seen the Evil God in person, yet something deep within him told him that this man was indeed the Evil God.
"Is this really an illusion? Why does it feel so real?" Leon wondered, his tone heavy.
Illusion magic had many conditions—one of which required the caster to have seen and known the objects they placed within the illusion.
If this truly was illusion magic, then the caster had to be an ancient figure who had met the Evil God in person.
The real question was—who had done it?
And if his conjecture was correct, why hadn't he sensed any magical fluctuations from the caster when he was in the garden earlier?
One question after another swirled in his mind, giving him a headache.
*Boom!*
