One hundred and twenty-five: Deep into the Night (III)

"Lies are weapons, and shields as well," the Faceless Chaos whispered, kneeling in front of the ritual array.

In front of him, the blood, as if alive, slowly and steadfastly became part of the summoning array.

"Deception is an art, just like a tapestry," the Faceless Chaos continued his murmurs.

The manipulated innocents, full of confusion, were suspended upside-down from the ceiling, their flawless bodies oozing blood that dripped to the ground.

Explosions echoed from the far end of the underground passage, and as the Faceless Chaos listened, he carried on whispering, "Stratagems are traps, and legions too."

With his words, the fluctuations of spiritual energy began to rise uncontrollably.

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"Spiritual energy detected! In the eastern district of the city!" Mages of the Mage Tower confirmed the location at once, but by that time, it was already like hell, with Chaos followers turning the entire eastern district into a land of death.