It was the symbol of the Illuminati.
A man's voice echoed through the castle.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kingdom Come. Here, you can fulfill your every craving."
The atmosphere in the room seemed to get even hotter because of it, but the voice rang a bell to Debra, whose cheeks were starting to burn.
Back in Orkgate, the scent released by Drake's men wasn't this strong.
The people around her seemed hypnotized. Many had abandoned their dignity and danced wildly in the ballroom.
The gamblers were all in deep, their faces flushed with excitement. Meanwhile, the women on sale started using every trick they could to satisfy the buyers.
The male pets were even openly draped around the rich women, their hands roaming all over their bodies.
Debra felt sick just watching it from the corner. She looked around, trying to find Marion.
Without success, she focused on tracing the source of that earlier voice. She looked up at the second floor, but there wasn't a single soul.
She was puzzled. The Illuminati members had to be around somewhere.
In her desperation, she pinched her thigh hard. A sharp pain and a dark bruise bloomed on her leg, but it kept her awake.
Soon, she spotted tiny cameras hidden in the corners, glowing faintly red.
The surveillance room was in sight, and she pushed forward.
The door was ajar. Just as she reached out to open it, she heard a voice from not far away.
"Who's there?"
Debra pulled her hand back and looked over. A guard in sunglasses immediately pressed the alarm.
The second floor was instantly bathed in red light, and the alarm blared.
The guard drew a gun, his intentions all too clear.
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