In less than an hour, the Land-breaker had led them to the rocky island. From afar, Damian could already see a large, three-layered, rustic black chaos runic circle mixed with the red of fire and the purple-black of space-time, with bits of the light element here and there.
A three-layer spell with five elements mixed in—now that was indeed some dungeon relic-level work. Normal or even transcendent runesmiths could not make something so complicated and put it into a runic device.
When they entered the hidden cave, Damian noticed another, much smaller in size, layer of the rustic black chaos spell. This one was placed right on top of a big, nightmarish statue of some mythic demon-like creature from Earth: giant horns, multiple hands, skulls around the neck, sharp weapons in a few hands, and heads of some weird creatures in the others. It resembled quite a lot one of the gods people on Earth worshipped—a large tongue out of its mouth.
