Liliana pointed her magic staff towards the central console, beginning to activate the anchor sealing procedure.
Complex runes flowed from her fingertips like silver streams, tracing elegant arcs in the air.
These runes gradually wove together into a massive energy net, firmly binding the divine fragment within the anchor of the world, preventing it from activating any hidden chaos power.
Yet as the procedure activated, the taboo forces within the embers seemed to sense the threat, sending frequent ripples that stirred eerie waves throughout the underground hall.
The forbidden patterns on the murals flickered like dark giant beasts roaring, invisibly pressing against every guardian's mental defenses.
Hill tightly gripped his longsword, his muscles taut like strings.
He looked at David, whose figure, despite being eroded by time, remained indomitable, and said in a deep voice, "Commander, no matter how perilous the path ahead, we will follow you through the thorns!"
