Perhaps people from other worlds would simply give up the will to struggle when faced with a devil's corruption of their souls... They believed from the outset that they could not escape, and so they truly never did.
But someone from Telashir would never abandon hope completely, even if the person here had not been Hill.
No one would forget what had been said in the grand movie the God of Space-Time had broadcast to the entire world.
That had not merely been corruption, but actually possessing a devil's soul... What did the damage from a potion amount to beside that?
Anyone from Telashir would understand that if they failed to struggle free of a devil's trap, it could only be because their will was not strong enough.
Or rather, they had been the same kind of being as the devil to begin with, with no fundamental difference in their principles.
Moreover, the mages of Telashir understood something else... If they managed to struggle free of the trap, the consolidation of their souls during that process would instead bring them even greater benefits. It could even be called a complete transformation... Their magical aptitude would improve by leaps and bounds.
Although no one would be foolish enough to try being tempted by a devil just to see whether it offered an opportunity... Even someone like the God of Space-Time had nearly died without a grave. Anyone with a little sense—or, rather, anyone qualified to be tempted by a devil—would never be that stupid... If they truly encountered something similar, the Telashiri would not lose their heads and have no idea how to deal with it.
Hill raised his eyes to glance at the two women still going back and forth, then shook his head helplessly... He felt that this world