Divine light flashed briefly within Reinahrdt's irises, peeling back illusions, lies, and reality itself. And then the visions crashed in.
The place was a pitch black chamber. Diana was chained, both of her hands bound to the pillar adjacent to her. Below her lay a large formation with complex runes and designs.
As the formation rotated, he could see Diana's eyes slowly losing focus and becoming what they were now. This was the spell that was cast on her. A hypnosis.
However, it was no ordinary hypnosis, but something far more insidious. A Sovereign level spell wielded by only the highest of the demons. A power capable of rewriting identity and grafting commands directly onto the soul.
Reinhardt's eyes became a little grave. The next second, the scene shifted. Now it was the corridors of the Underground Vault.
