The eyes of Cain, Amon, Bael, and Leonidas glowed with crimson light as the veil of self-hypnosis they had placed upon themselves faded.
In order to deceive an enemy, one must first deceive oneself. That was the lesson Cain had instilled in them. And so, when Dionisio had revealed his monstrous form and rejoined the battlefield, they had shown fear and anxiety—expressions that even they themselves believed for a time. The illusion was perfect, convincing to both foe and self alike.
That allowed Leonidas's greedy friend, the one who had been quietly circling the battlefield since the beginning, waiting like a vulture for the right moment to strike. He had leapt from the shadows precisely when they had planned and captured an ArchDeity.
Without hesitation, the battle resumed with renewed ferocity.
