Chapter 1649: Sorcerer
Chapter 1649: Sorcerer
Dark Moon Eye. That was the name of Cain’s newly transplanted right eye, and its powers were nothing short of astonishing.
At its core, this eye governed three principal domains: perception, illusion, and mind inversion. Even in its most rudimentary state, the Dark Moon Eye granted Cain the ability to cast illusions so potent they bypassed standard mental resistances – illusions formidable enough to deceive Prima Deities without their notice.
It wasn’t merely about visual trickery; through the Dark Moon Eye, Cain could rewrite auditory, emotional, and even temporal perceptions of his targets.
He could do something as simple as making a distant noise appear where there was only silence, or as complex as plunging an enemy’s mind into an entirely fabricated reality, bending all five of their senses to his will. Of course, the deeper and more elaborate the illusion, the more energy it would consume, and the easier it would be for an enemy to detect inconsistencies.
“At its highest level, it evolves into something called Moonless Domain,” Cain murmured, a mixture of anticipation and dread flickering in his gaze. “If Reverend Madness had possessed this eye when we fought, I suspect that battle would have ended quite differently.”
He banished such thoughts, unwilling to dwell on the past. A fresh, frigid glint entered his gaze, revealing iron-hard resolve as he recalled everything he knew about the Sorcerer’s Hand.
In a blink, Cain vanished from the blood-stained sea, leaving carnage behind him without a backward glance.
Barely five minutes later, he appeared above a sprawling, bustling city. Silently and without anyone detecting it, his Ego Wave flooded the place. Within moments, Cain pinpointed the individuals he sought—members of the Sorcerer’s Hand—and effortlessly knocked them unconscious, transferring them into his Inner World.
No one in the city was the wiser; not a single rumor took shape. Cain felt no fear of the organization, but caution dictated that he avoid alarming them prematurely, lest they scatter like frightened mice into the deepest shadows.