Chapter 315
On the streets, the residents of the city were startled, many panicking at first as the blinding light engulfed them. But when they realized the beam wasn’t causing any harm, they hesitated, their fear turning to awe. They stood frozen, eyes wide, marveling at the majestic sight above them. The light show was mesmerizing, casting long shadows and bathing the city in otherworldly brilliance.
Their admiration was quickly interrupted by Gurnak’s voice, amplified by magic and echoing through the air. "Grab something sturdy close by and brace yourselves," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
Without question, the citizens scrambled, clutching onto anything nearby—a pillar, a railing, the walls of their homes. Then it began. The ground shuddered violently, a deep rumble rising from beneath the city like the growl of a waking beast. The shaking intensified, the tremors rattling buildings and sending loose stones tumbling from rooftops.
Deep underground, in the darkness of the forgotten tunnels, the black rods placed at each junction responded to the light. As the beam reached them, the rods began to absorb its energy, growing in size and stature. What had been small, unobtrusive objects now swelled, towering upward as they broke through the ground. The rods extended toward the surface, their dark metal gleaming as they shot upward, stretching skyward until they stood as massive pillars.
Each rod grew until it pierced the skyline, visible from every corner of the city. Once they reached their full height, the runes etched into their surface began to glow, first faintly, then with increasing intensity. A web of energy sparked between them, and a shimmering dome formed, connecting the pillars in a protective barrier. For a brief moment, the dome was visible—an immense shield of light that enveloped the entire city. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the dome vanished, becoming invisible to the naked eye. The only sign of its existence was the faint glow still emanating from the now towering pillars.
Serephine lowered her hands, her expression calm and satisfied. The sealing was complete.
Up in the sky, the mages on the airship nodded to one another. Their task was finished. Serephine cast one last glance at the city below before turning toward the front of the ship. A massive portal opened in the sky, its swirling vortex shimmering with arcane light. Without a word, the ship began to ascend, passing through the portal and disappearing into the horizon, heading back to the capital.
Back in the abyss, Vorenza frowned as she watched what was unfolding. She truly detested the existence of mages and their tactics.
She had considered being subtle in her takeover of this world, still believing she had a chance of reaching the world’s core first and ascending to demon lord.