Watching this scene, as though heaven and earth had been remade out of thin air, everyone's faces showed gravity and fear of the unknown.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! This should only be an illusion spell."
A slightly older spellcaster suddenly ordered the Cleric, "Monica! Use Mind Blast, now!"
Cleric Monica's eyes lit up.
That was right! Since it was an illusion spell, it had to work on their minds. If she used [Mind Blast] indiscriminately, friend and foe alike, to tear apart their minds, there was a good chance she could directly dispel this spell that seemed so real.
But just as she began chanting and casting, the female rogue Glaoya suddenly let out a scream from midair.
Smack!
Everyone turned in shock, only to see a dwarf suddenly appear in the distance. He was brandishing a whip as he drove a group of 'slaves' toward the dazzlingly varied torture grounds.
Yet those people looked unnatural, every movement carrying the metallic texture of something rusted.
If Old Dwarf Tiger, still in Zelandia, had seen this scene, he would surely have cursed, "Fuck, isn't that me? Garvin, you brat, do you think working for me as a miner back then was such a raw deal or what?"
But when the same sight fell before these followers of the Goddess of Torture, it was utterly horrifying.
"Wait! Isn't that us? H-how can this be ah!!!"
A warrior clad in heavy armor had only managed to say half the sentence in a trembling voice when she suddenly cried out in pain.
The dwarf was clearly whipping only that illusion, yet she felt it as if it were happening to her. It was not merely the sensation of her skin splitting and flesh tearing—it was as though the barbs on the whip had flayed