Igor's doubts could not stop the progress of events; everything happening before him was peculiar, and any carelessness could lead to a severe blow to either side.
Although Wizard Reed, the Dark Wizard, was alone, with his physical body still some distance away, he was still employing his Dark Arts. This art was bewildering and illusory, but it was like a needle, slowly and leisurely piercing your body, then taking root inside and controlling you.
This was not an Illusion Spell, nor was it a mere phantom; even Wizard Reed himself didn't know what on earth this thing was.
Arts of the Darkness Type had never concerned themselves much with the 'why'; they only looked at the results and the power. As for how they were formed, they never cared.
So, Wizard Reed only knew he could control the things within this art; as for what kind of art it truly was, he wasn't clear.
