Arthur stared at the vessel before him unleashing his mana. It was as if he was staring at a ruthless tornado that wanted to rip him apart. A man against a natural disaster was a more accurate way of portraying the scene.
"Let me summon the rest of our friends here," said Sier as he raised his arm. The violet mana coagulated into several figures that began turning into tangible people. "As the enemy of Mistletoe, you will have to face all of us."
The figures of violet mana turned into the masked and cloaked figures resembling his friends. Arthur stared at them, and his eyes lingered on the bear mask. The presence of Ivy here confirmed that these were illusions.
"Illusions cannot do anything if we know they are fake," said Arthur to the seer, who smiled through the violet mana surrounding him.
"A normal illusion cannot indeed make others believe. However, what if the god who sees through everything creates the unseen through?"