The shards from the six enormous shattered mirrors had already been cleared from the hexagram magic circle and piled together in a corner of the room.
Although most Isaiah Society members had left for other places to carry out their tasks, the room had not become empty as a result.
Herpo remained where he was, standing at one corner of the hexagram magic circle. A platform had risen there, allowing him to look down upon the dense crowd below.
Perhaps because of the crowd's arrival, the light emanating from the hexagram magic circle became increasingly dazzling, illuminating faces filled with worry.
Morgana le Fay seemed to have been forgotten, standing alone before the mountain of mirror shards.
Facing Bloody Mary's wavering phantom in the shattered mirror fragments, she frowned slightly and gripped her wand tightly.
At times, she closed her eyes as if sensing something; at others, she abruptly opened them and waved her wand at the mountain of shards, continuously issuing commands to Bloody Mary's phantom.
"Gentlemen, the time has come!" Herpo's voice echoed through the room, bearing down on the packed crowd.
"Since you chose to stand before me, I presume you are ready to embrace this great mission!"
Drawn by the voice echoing through the room, the crowd raised their heads in unison to look at Herpo. Their worried faces gained another measure of unease.
Herpo took in the crowd's reactions, the anger in his eyes vanishing in an instant. One eyebrow lifted slightly, making it clear that he was deeply dissatisfied with their performance.
As if he had thought of a solution, he held his wand in hand. Faint magical ripples spread outward.
The magical fluctuation was simply too weak. The gathered crowd did not notice anything unusual in the slightest.
Morgana le Fay, standing