“Give me more of his blood.”
Hadjar looked at Schuver, who already had three cuts on his cheek.
“Are you sure he won’t wake up?” Hadjar asked warily.
He wasn’t afraid of Schuver’s own power, but assumed that even his full might wouldn’t be enough to get him out of the Secret Office. An incredible amount of diverse magic permeated every stone in this building. After entering the place of their own free will, few people would be able to get out. Even Orune would’ve needed to use his full potential to break through the jumble of enchantment and magic here. After he’d seen the defenses of this building, it became clear to Hadjar that the Forbidden City was far more protected than Morgan let on…
“The potion I sprayed into the ventilation system was created
