When Raze placed his hand over Bronto's face, it wasn't just an act of dominance, it was a calculated move. He had done it with one clear purpose: to unravel the enchantment that distorted Bronto's identity.
The robe Bronto wore was cloaked in powerful dark magic, the kind the Dark Guild was notorious for. But such enchantments weren't exclusive to them. Raze, a high-level mage with an extensive understanding of magic circles, rune theory, and enchantments, was more than capable of not only recognizing the spell but reverse-engineering it with frightening ease.
The illusion faded almost instantly.
Bronto hadn't even realized what had happened. His mind was still racing, still trying to process the healing of his legs, still trying to strategize an escape from the chaos unfolding around him. That was until he stepped toward the others, and the stunned silence that followed was broken by a chorus of gasps and whispers.
"That's the Guild Leader, the Guild Leader of the Underfang!"
