The night watchman carried the book into the 'Knowledge Temple'.
He was heading for the 'Great Library' to hand over the mysterious book in his arms and have specialized examiners identify any hidden dangers or contamination.
He entered the pure-white palace and passed through layer after layer of inspections.
But what this night watchman failed to notice was that as he walked, wandering characters crawled out from the gaps between the book's pages like ants. Through contact with his skin, they crawled over both his hands like two black chains.
By the time he had gone halfway, runes had crawled across the night watchman's face, and his eyes had turned pitch-black.
He stopped in his tracks, a strange smile appearing on his face. "Easier than I imagined..."
In truth, William had overlooked one thing: as an ancient order of the pure 'Tower' pathway, the Church of the God of Wisdom understood the inhuman forms of 'Sages' extremely well and would never miss the relevant inspections.
However, with a Pope personally opening the back door for him, the Knowledge Temple naturally could not detect his problem.
After taking control of the night watchman, William had those black runes burrow beneath his skin. Even his eyes returned to normal as he headed toward the underground prison.
As he walked, he controlled the man and silently recited a manuscript on research into sleep and dreams.
'Sages' grasped knowledge and could turn intangible knowledge into tangible things. In their hands, knowledge was the finest weapon!
As William recited, tiny insects hovering between illusion and reality emerged. Each was the size of a sesame seed, and they flew into the cracks of the dungeon.
Before long, the sounds of people collapsing into slumber came from within.
William slipped into the passageway and saw guards sprawled