Chapter 102: Where is she?
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An army of maybe fifty Mage-Knights all dressed in military outfits fitted with pieces of Armor, armed with martial weapons ranging from swords to spears to Axes spread out searching an empty space.
One Mage-Knight didn’t join the search. He held a hand forward holding a device that projected what looked like a crude depiction of a Map. Or at least that was what it was usually meant to be. At the moment it was flickering so much that the tiny dot that should have indicated the location of this Army’s rescue target was fluctuating. Sometimes looking like it was right ahead, and other times looking like it was a hundred meters away in the opposite direction.
They had been moving in circles so much so far unable to make heads or tails about their target’s location. They could all feel that there was something not quite right about this place but none of them could quite place their finger on what that was.
The Mage-Knight holding the tracking device suddenly felt the slightest bit of a presence behind him and turned to find himself looking at the tall, muscular figure of a man, who had on glasses that hung down his nose and let his black eyes show, looking deep with rage mixed with distress.
He was dressed in the least Armor-heavy outfit of them all. That said, the material of his outfit so clearly outclassed theirs. Even though what the Mage Knights had on offered them protection on a level that technically surpassed their station—As was the protocol for all Hellsingers who served the Von Helsing Estate—what the man had on was only meant to be worn by a Noble Lord.
"My Lord," The Mage-Knight said with a deep bow.
Lucian Von Helsing looked at him with his lips pressed in a hard line as he stretched his hand out to request the device the Hellsinger had been using.
The Hellsinger handed it over with reverence and Lucian gave it a single look before looking straight ahead. He dropped his hand then and clenched the device so hard that it broke and then walked forward, coating his free hand with Mana that was so sophisticated, it filled the Hellsinger with Awe that he almost missed what was happening.
Lucian waved his hand over the empty space and then his lips turned upside down in a frown.
"Illusionary Array," he mumbled, "Of course."
Like all things in this world, there are Levels to Arrays. This Array was at a Level none of the Hellsingers could have possibly seen through. They would have simply wandered about in search as the very magic of the Array manipulated their minds so they kept moving around in circles always away from whatever it was shielding. In the presence of an Array such as this, a great sense of direction is meaningless. You need the permission of its Array Master to get in. Or you’d need to have a very powerful sense of Perception to see past the illusion.