Somewhere on the battlefield, a thick pink mist shrouded the area, sending out waves of lust and attraction. While this was a battle that warranted everyone to be on high alert, the mist kept sending signals of lust and affection, the kind every lustful man would fall prey to.
Already, hundreds had walked into the mist, never to be heard from again.
However, despite the suspicious nature of this mist, many couldn't resist its allure, and as it continued to spread, many kept falling prey to it.
"Bunch of idiots, can't you see this is a trap?" A Pseudo-Primordial who came for the birthday with Lord Weyori cursed, looking at some of the men they came with, walking headfirst into the pink mist.
His mind was strong, so he could withstand the mist. However, those who weren't as strong and resolute as he was had already fallen prey to the mist.
