The dungeon housing the Deadly Sin of Lust had long since ceased resembling the prison it once was and looked more like a library, with towering shelves and mountains of books filling every corner of the vast chamber.
Near the centre of the chamber, within a small clearing created by moving aside the books covering the ground there, Ophelia hovered in the air with her arms crossed, waiting for Evan's next action.
Under her expectant gaze, Evan tapped his foot against the ground, infusing magic power into the magic circle embedded in the floor beneath him.
The circle lit up with a soft glow, and illusory chains manifested around Ophelia's body, binding her and connecting her to the ground below.
At the same time, a small burst of magic power swept through the centre of the dungeon, knocking aside the books piled there and revealing a metallic folding fan on the ground beneath them, its black blades marked with white runes running across the surface.
