The dust hadn't even settled when the pressure hit.
A wave of spiritual force surged across Duskwither Sink… It was so dense and suffocating that even the Beast Arts Practitioners and summoned creatures staggered.
As for the Summoners themselves, they were at least far enough to ensure they won't get too affected.
Still, the Enlightened Threads faltered mid-ritual, and their grimoires started trembling.
And at the center of it all was a figure rising from the cracked summoning formation… It should not have been there!
It wasn't just another malformed shadow. It was something else entirely.
The air around it warped, not from heat, but from sheer spiritual or energy density. Its form was vaguely humanoid, but it was tall, wrapped in a cloak of darkness.
"Another Evil Entity? But…"
Its face was a smooth, featureless mask, save for a single vertical slit that opened slowly, revealing a glowing crimson eye.
It was a terrifying sight…
