Silver wires, meticulously designed, had been embedded throughout the castle's floors and walls, using chaotic energy to disrupt the formation and casting of spell mental models. However, this level of interference was not enough to trouble the Sorcerer Supreme. After looting the enormous liquor cabinet and snack cabinet in her disciple's office, she cheerfully pushed a cart through a forcibly opened portal, ignoring the Emperor of Latveria's repeated eye rolls and the combat robots that had automatically activated after detecting abnormal Outer Dimensions energy fluctuations in the office. It was as if the greatest use of nurturing Kamar-Taj's most outstanding Arcanist was to provide the Sorcerer Supreme with free snacks and alcohol. This was no different from when she used to crack open Salomon's mini-fridge in the dormitories at Kamar-Taj headquarters.
Amid the Emperor of Latveria's sighs, the intelligent combat robots were manually shut down. Hammurabi and the Sisterhood, who had rushed into the office with tense expressions, returned to their posts after being reassured. The Emperor then sat behind his desk, smiled at the messy office, and lowered his head to continue handling the work that had to be done in the Regent's absence.
The killings continued.
"Hold tight," he told the unlucky man whose carotid artery had been cut. At first, the force of his high blood pressure had sprayed oxygen-rich blood across the walls and door, but massive blood loss had made the poor man's heartbeat increasingly weak. Even with his head pressed against the doorframe, he lacked the strength to resist. "Hold tight," he repeated. His eyes, covered by two blood-red circular lenses, looked like those of an evil ghost in the dim light. Beneath his bulletproof mask, his expression was unreadable. "If you don't want to die, hold onto this grenade."
As soon as he