"My Liege, They're not lying. Still, we should place Curse Seals on them—just in case," she whispered, appearing genuinely cautious.
"Okay. Do it."
As Igaris gave the command, Evernight's eyes glowed faintly crimson, her fingertips tracing invisible sigils through the air.
Next, dark mists slithered around her, subtle and silent, coiling like serpents in wait.
Without warning, thin black tendrils darted out from her hand, piercing through the shadows and latching onto the five summoners.
They stiffened in place—Max most noticeably—as the Curse Seals embedded themselves into their spiritual cores.
"What—!" one of them gasped, clutching his chest.
Max gritted his teeth but didn't resist. "Senior… what is the meaning of this?"
"Precaution," Igaris said coolly, his gaze as sharp as the mountain wind. "You may not have lied yet, but betrayal blooms fast when temptation grows stronger. This is for insurance."
Evernight nodded, and said in silky voice:
