The Shards of six giant mirrors had already been cleared from the Hexagram Magic Array and piled together in a corner of the room.
Although most members of the Isaiah Society had left to carry out missions elsewhere, the room had not become empty because of it.
Herpo remained where he was. He stood at one corner of the Hexagram Magic Array, where a platform had risen, allowing him to look down over the dense crowd below.
Perhaps because of the arrival of these people, the light radiating from the Hexagram Magic Array grew ever more dazzling, illuminating face after face filled with worry.
Morgan le Fay seemed to have been forgotten, standing alone before the mountain of broken mirror shards.
Facing the wavering phantom of "Bloody Mary" in the shattered glass, she frowned slightly and gripped her Wand tightly in her hand.
At times she closed her eyes, as if sensing something; at times she snapped them open and waved her Wand at the piled shards, constantly issuing orders to the phantom of "Bloody Mary."
"Gentlemen, the time has come!" Herpo's voice echoed through the room, pressing down on the packed crowd.
"Since you have chosen to come before me, I assume you are already prepared to embrace that great mission!"
Drawn by the voice reverberating through the room, the crowd all raised their heads to look at Herpo, their worried faces now showing even more unease.
Herpo took in the crowd's reaction, and the irritation in his eyes vanished in a flash. One eyebrow lifted slightly; clearly, he was extremely dissatisfied with their performance.
He seemed to think of some countermeasure and held his Wand in his hand. Faint magical fluctuations rippled outward like waves.
The magical fluctuation was far too weak. The gathered crowd did not