If it wasn't absolutely necessary, Hilia would never face a Tier Four Mage.
Luckily, she already had a plan.
"First, cut off surveillance on the three corridors, so they can't track me right away…"
Her Spiritual Power leapt forth, quickly linking to the runes monitoring the three corridor branches ahead. She paused all monitoring runes inside, freezing the images so no one could tell which path she took.
Then, she took out the Essence of the Dark Dream, casting Magic to resist dream effects while smearing some of its potion onto her hands.
The medicinal strength was evaporating fast.
Due to direct contact, even with the resistance Magic, Hilia felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her.
She forced herself awake, rushing toward the target area.
Ahead, a squad of heretics appeared. On seeing Hilia, they tried to cast Magic, but before they could, as Hilia sped closer, they opened their mouths to yawn, passed out before even yawning, collapsing onto the floor for a baby-like sleep.
