At the same time, following the trajectory of that specially made bullet through the air, he cast a series of detection spells.
Given the necromancer's spell power, there was naturally no question about the effectiveness of spells he cast himself.
In the span of a single breath, the detection spells had completed their task and delivered the gathered information into his mind.
"Eden, wait a moment. I'll be right back."
Moros's words were brief and resolute.
The moment he finished speaking, dazzling magical radiance from a teleportation spell swallowed his entire body, and he vanished from the spot under Eden's astonished gaze.
"Moros..."
Eden called softly, but only the empty stage and lingering magical fluctuations in the air answered her.
However, just as Moros had promised, the brief wait did not last long.
Not even a minute later, a deep blue portal abruptly tore through space and appeared before Eden's eyes.
Through the flickering curtain of light, Eden clearly saw Moros, as well as an ordinary-looking middle-aged man beside him.
Seemingly noticing Eden's gaze, Moros nodded at her.
Then, he cast the spell called Mage Hand, easily seized the man by the collar as though lifting an inanimate object, and brutally tossed him through the portal.
"This is the assassin."
Moros's voice came from the other side of the portal, low and forceful, carrying unquestionable authority.
Before his words had even faded, he calmly stepped through the dark blue portal and arrived at Eden's side.
Immediately afterward, he ruthlessly kicked the assassin behind the knee, forcing him to kneel before Eden in a humble and humiliating posture.
Yet even in such a position, the middle-aged assassin's face remained deathly cold, without the slightest flicker of expression.
That was hardly surprising.
His mind had already been completely dominated by the spell