"You think it's illusion magic?" Vespertine spoke up, clearing his throat as Cass turned to him, a little confused.
"Yes. Of course. Do you not? It's classic illusion magic. If they aren't dead, like you know to be the case, why wouldn't you move to the next logical conclusion? This is a dungeon made by the demon king. Of course they are going to use underhanded tricks. Illusion magic is practically a demons' specialty." Cass said and that made most of those involved with the temple nod slowly.
"You…Lord Blackburn is correct. I don't know why…we didn't even consider it…" The priest muttered. He looked to be the man who was in charge of this operation. He was a bit more on the aged side of middle aged, with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, lips, and a rather prominent one in between his brows.
He looked like a priest you could trust. That seemed kind, nice. Cass grew immediately suspicious.
