Cup

Cup

"Something that gives the Marquises confidence to contend with the dukes... Could it be the legendary Circle of Truth?"

At those words, amid the chaotic hall, a Kingdom representative wearing a scarlet mask spoke up doubtfully.

"The Circle of Truth?"

The marquis Envoy glanced at the questioner and slowly shook his head.

"It is not convenient to disclose the specific name of the organization for now, but I can assure you all that the organization cooperating with us is only stronger than the Circle of Truth!"

Hearing this, suspicion appeared in nearly everyone's eyes. Only Anvis nodded in agreement.

Indeed, in terms of raw strength, the Circle of Truth really was not all that powerful.

"Don't believe me? Fine. To dispel your doubts, we have specially prepared sufficient proof."

Having anticipated everyone's reaction, the Envoy smiled and suddenly removed the half-black, half-silver mask from his face.

As he did so, everyone could clearly see countless immensely complex magical patterns covering the back of the mask, seemingly some kind of powerful Seal.

Once the mask was removed, an extremely bizarre and powerful aura suddenly emanated from the Envoy's body.

Under everyone's horrified gazes, the Envoy suddenly plunged his right hand deep into his own face. As though retrieving an item from a storage cabinet, he slowly pulled out a slightly illusory crimson cup.

The instant the cup appeared, a strange sense of agitation and boiling frenzy instantly filled the entire banquet hall.

The music turned mad, the air became tinged with a faint crimson hue, and a sweet, cloying scent of blood spread through the surroundings. Tempting whispers rose from the depths of everyone's hearts.

The people on the stage gradually twisted into grotesque expressions. They writhed their bodies madly while savagely clawing and tearing at their own limbs and