Witch Sharon was still shrouded in mist and did not know what was happening outside. But judging by the time, Exus and Stop should have arrived by now.
They had arrived but had not shown themselves immediately. There was only one possibility: they, too, had been trapped in the illusion.
"That wizard called Jon really is formidable at illusions." To drag both Exus and Stop into an illusion, his skill had to be at least on the level of a veteran illusion wizard.
However, Witch Sharon was not too worried about it.
As long as Exus was there, even a Wild God's illusion could be broken... Though there might be some trouble afterward, the future could wait for the future. What mattered most now was resolving their present predicament.
Besides, they had safely weathered the consequences of breaking the Wild God's illusion back then. Even if a wizard-level illusion had repercussions, surely they could not be worse than those of the Wild God's illusion.
Witch Sharon was brimming with confidence. Based on her understanding of Exus, it would take him half a minute at most to deal with the illusion.
Then, when facing Angel and Dox, the choice would return to their hands. Whether they chose to counterattack or leave first, they would have far more room to maneuver.
Holding such hopes, Witch Sharon silently waited for her companions to arrive.
But at that moment, the sound of wind suddenly swept into her ears.
Before Witch Sharon could identify where the wind was coming from, she saw a crimson flash of blood wrapped around a sharp sword, stabbing straight toward her chest.
The familiar bloody light, the familiar Red Sword—without question, this attack came from Dox.
Witch Sharon knew full well that Dox's bloodline arts were immensely powerful. If she