Hill could not be sure how many mages would willingly enter Sia Tower when they could have led normal, stable lives instead.
But he knew there would certainly be some.
It had nothing to do with race, gender, or the environment they grew up in... as long as the land was not utterly barren, a little flower full of hope would always bloom.
As long as this world had not been completely destroyed, someone would be willing to become that pioneer... even knowing that their efforts might amount to nothing but one death after another.
But as long as someone was still willing to try, this world would not fall so easily.
These were also the people Sia Tower wanted.
What devils loved most was staining souls like these with the colors of Hell.
They did not care whether they could catch every willing martyr, but they would take great pleasure in dragging every brave soul who betrayed a weakness into Hell.
As for the others, the ordinary people who merely wanted to enter the most powerful Mage Tower in this world, the devils were certainly pleased to see them, too.
Sia Tower also needed local mages it could order around, and they could not all be people whose souls were under its control.
Every Mage Tower would carefully scrutinize envoys from Sia Tower.
If all those people had taken the Soul Potion as well, their excessively uniform behavior would cause widespread panic... devils who had been entangled with mages for hundreds of thousands of years were not stupid enough to think they could fool the mages simply because everyone knew how to put on an act.
That was utterly impossible.
No matter how good an actor someone was, even a devil could not remain someone else every moment of