And most amazingly, Hassan could control this thing to emit a kind of magical light.
Anyone exposed to this light would inevitably fall into an illusion.
These individuals would find themselves in a ground covered with gold, pearls, red agates, various beautiful trees growing from the earth, blossoming with a myriad of exotic flowers.
The fruits on the trees were incredibly delicious, serving as food; a garden where it never rained yet was laden with abundant harvests.
This garden was filled with virginal beauties, gentle and charming, alluring and kind, with rivers of wine and honey flowing through it, resembling paradise.
And in this garden, Hassan would train the young men he had selected, honing their assassination skills and forging their bodies.
They would spend their days and nights with the beautiful women, never worrying about food and drink.
In this garden, regardless of any injury sustained, they would not die, and the wounds would heal instantly.
