Whenever Ancient Dragons slumbered or gestated, they unconsciously spread a "domain" of their own.
It was a kind of spiritual force field, like the faint glow of deep-sea fish, naturally diffusing outward and affecting every living thing nearby.
It could become sweet bait, luring ignorant prey into the abyss; it could also become a distorted compass, causing lifeforms that might pose a threat to unknowingly take a detour.
And Amon had consciously woven his own "Spirit Word: Hypnosis" into this primordial force field.
Thus, when Sasha approached, he fell under the effects of "Hypnosis."
How powerful was the spiritual force field emitted by a gestating Dragon King? Even high-bloodline Hybrids could be affected, let alone Sasha, an ordinary man with no bloodline at all, when Amon had deliberately added a Spirit Word to it.
The outcome was naturally beyond doubt. Sasha fell into the illusion Amon had woven.
In Sasha's perception, he had cautiously pushed open the door. The hinges gave a faint rasp of rusted metal grinding together—he had even supplied the details himself.
Beyond the door was an empty, somewhat damp Watertight Compartment. Several explosion-proof lamps embedded in the walls cast a dim yellow light, illuminating the riveted bulkheads and several old machines covered in dust, silent as iron.
He carefully checked every corner, his gaze sweeping through every patch of shadow. Other than the faint salty stench of seawater seepage and the metallic smell of machinery, there was nothing in the compartment—none of the secrets or people he had expected to find.
Everything was normal. So calm it was almost boring.
A voice from somewhere unseen told him gently yet firmly: There was nothing here. He had completed his inspection and found nothing.
Sasha accepted this. He naturally turned around and retreated the way he had come,