It felt as if his head had frozen over. Eugene strained his eyes and clenched his fists tightly. Forced Slumber, the power of the Night Demons, allowed the Night Demons to put to sleep any targets in their sight. It was closer to an intense suggestion rather than magic, and it was a power that every Night Demon possessed.

Naturally, the actual strength of the skill varied depending on the level of the Night Demon themself. Low-level Night Demons would need to stare into the eyes of their target for quite some time before they could put them to sleep, so the inferior succubus of Bolero Street abetted their attempts with additional things like drugs and alcohol.

However, when it came to Night Demons that were mid-level or stronger, they could push their target into sleep with nothing but sharing a gaze and holding a conversation. As their name suggested, Night Demons dug into the dreams of their opponents, so it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that what distinguished them from each other was how fast they could put their opponents to sleep.

The opponent Eugene was faced with at this moment was powerful enough to immediately force sleep with a simple eye contact, and on several people as well. It was from quite a distance as well, and with not even proper eye contact with everyone. Moreover, it wasn’t as if Eugene’s group had been unprepared and defenseless either.

Kristina’s divine power had grown exponentially after Anise’s awakening, and the variety and power of divine magic she could wield had also increased. Even so, she had failed to completely prevent Forced Slumber. It was partially because Kristina wasn’t as strong as Anise in her prime, but also because the existence in control of Scalia’s body was of a different class altogether — Noir Giabella, the Queen of the Night Demons.

‘Compared to three hundred years ago, she’s more….’

Eugene could feel the inside of his fist throbbing. His fingertips were digging into his palm and causing it to bleed, but it couldn’t...