Asmodeus was far from stupid. Obviously he knew there was a very high probability that it was a trap.
He just didn't care.
If there was even the smallest chance that I had truly slipped up, then he had no choice but to see it through.
…Which turned out to be a mistake.
Because it was, in fact, a trap.
I felt it before my mind could even begin to process what was happening.
It was as if something was trying to force its way into my skull, pushing aside my thoughts to carve out space for itself.
The sensation was disturbingly familiar — very much like the one I had felt when Xaldreth tried to pry into my memories.
Only this time, it was far stronger.
And I mean faaaar stronger.
Unluckily (for him), the moment Asmodeus attempted to breach my mind, the darkness around us rippled violently and then ebbed away all at once, receding out of view to reveal a grassy field under our feet.
