"Is this all you got, Atreus Vermillion?"
Zeraxion's voice resounded loudly, accompanied by a dense, blackish-purple aura that pressed down on me.
The Black Star in my right palm, which had been glowing, gradually dimmed as my magic power seemed to be sucked away by the magical chains that bound me.
"Damn it, Zeraxion...! What kind of magic could seal my magical abilities to this extent?!" I exclaimed, still determined to free myself from the magical chains that bound my body.
Unfortunately, the harder I struggled to free myself, the faster my magical energy drained.
"In illusion magic, your thoughts and memories become the target of its playthings. It doesn't care whether you're a high-ranking magician or even the strongest warrior; as long as the illusion magic manages to gain control of your thoughts and memories, you will follow it," Zeraxion explained my confusion casually.
