‘Wait… They’re supposed to be illusions…’
Angele was startled at that moment. He was certain that all the wizards’ figures were staring at him, and it seemed like they had noticed his presence a long time ago.
Angele stood in the hallway. It was deadly silent, and he could not sense any movement inside the meeting hall.
He quietened his footsteps and created a thick layer of metal on his skin for defense. His whole body was covered in a silver glow. He took out a black heart bomb with his right hand. This one was made with the heart of corrosion, and it was one of the two bombs that contained 70 degrees of power.
Angele approached the wooden door again, hesitated for a second, but still decided to peek through the hole.
The meeting hall was brightened by the blue glow. The wizards he'd seen had already disappeared and the room was completely empty. Angele shook his head. He knew it must have been an illusion. He could see the dust floating in the air under the light.