272 Veil Of Terror
Lucius spent the next several hours inside the laboratory creating the Spell Matrix, formulating and crafting it with careful precision and avoiding even the most inane of errors and slips.
He had to stop several times and check if each corner of the matrix was according to its original design.
It was something difficult even for him but he persevered until he finished it.
Once Lucius was done, he quickly checked on the other spell matrices in his mind space. All of them were still intact and none of their integrity was actually affected.
But Lucius still needed to test it.
Lucius raised his hand, forming a small and swirling fireball within it, and was satisfied to see no damage to its spell matrix whatsoever and he did the same for each one of them.
No cracks or damages occurred which pleased Lucius greatly.
He originally wanted to produce artifacts to compensate for the limited use available for the spell matrices he had, but in the future, there was also a great chance for him to be able to use them more than he initially surmised.
Putting those thoughts aside for now, he checked on the Veil of Terror.
The Veil of Terror was simple on the surface. One could easily surmise what this spell could do from its namesake alone.
When a caster used this spell, the one affected by the Veil of Terror would see an illusion that would terrify them.
By default, the spell would show something that was inherently scary to the person in question, hence why it took quite a lot of time to make as the spell needed to distinguish and personalize the terrors for each individual.
However, in the hands of an experienced caster, they would be able to actually control the illusions themselves and create their own special terror inflicting illusion.
Satisfied that he was finished, Lucius glanced once again at June who was still unconscious. He approached the table and double-checked each restraint that the Lost used.
It was far better to ensure that June was properly restrained because while it was easy enough to apprehend her by himself or with the Lost, that would waste his already precious time and would be a bother.
“Alright, this was done adequately.” Lucius commented, taking note that despite their incredibly huge figures, the Lost were still capable of careful handling such as using the restraints properly.
“Doyle, fetch me that bucket of water.” Lucius called out.
pAn,Da n<0,>v,e1 The Lost responded and quickly fulfilled his orders, handing off the bucket to its master before turning back to its place.
Once he got the bucket in his hands, Lucius didn’t stall any further and immediately splashed June with the bucket’s contents.
He watched the woman suddenly waking up, her eyes flickering and looking disoriented but she accidentally jerked her broken wrist around its restraint.
“Argh!” June’s eyes widened as she gasped.
The pain from her wrist quickly sobered June up and she realized that she was no longer at the camp.
June’s gaze fell on Lucius and a terrible feeling sank into her stomach, but she refused to say a word.
“Good. You’re awake now.” Lucius folded his hands behind his back and stared at her for a moment, allowing her the chance to regain her bearings.
“W-where am I?” June finally asked, unable to hold herself back.
The eerie nature of the basement unnerved the woman and she became restless. June was aware that she couldn’t escape, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to know either.
“Ah, it’s not you who’s supposed to ask questions around here, June.” Lucius told her as he slowly paced back and forth near the table.
“I’m the one who will be interrogating you, but I’ll extend you some courtesy. This is where I do most of my important work, you should feel privileged for being able to witness this place.”
The Young Lord’s answer only increased the uneasiness of June. She could easily tell from the tables, restraints and tools that it was some vile location.
“Now then, I think you’ve recovered enough to be able to ask questions, so it’s finally my turn.” Lucius smiled. “It’s in your best interest to cooperate, although you must be well aware of that.”
June’s gaze hardened at him.
Lucius ignored her look and began his questions. “Is your name really June or is that an alias?”
June didn’t respond.
“Is your wrist still in pain?” Lucius asked and raised a brow. “Would you care for it to be treated by a healer?”
That question made June hesitate slightly, because her wrist was throbbing painfully and she was carefully trying not to move or twitch it unnecessarily.
The idea of a healer was tempting.
However, she refused to give in to her desires. June had already revealed too much the last time that they’d seen each other, and any more would be equivalent to her death.
“Who are you working for?” Lucius asked, and this time, it was his real question.
June looked away from him. She knew that the chances of her being killed were high here… but she didn’t want to give in to the Young Lord’s methods.
If June was going to die, she would do it with dignity and knowing that she had not betrayed her organization.
Lucius saw the hardened expression on her face and could read her face and thoughts to a certain degree. It made him sigh and shake his head.
“Very well. It seems like you’ve left me no choice.” Lucius said before he activated the Veil of Terror.
June didn’t understand what the Young Lord meant and quickly braced herself. However, all of a sudden, Asher warped before her very eyes.
His entire body morphed, limbs transforming into grotesque appendages, horns sprouting out of his head and fangs jutting out of his mouth.
June flinched away from Asher. However, it didn’t stop the sight that was happening in front of her and then Asher, his monstrous figure tore into her.