Night gave way to day in several cycles, and darkness fell once more.
The blood moon hung high overhead, reaching its most perfect form of the month, like a crimson giant eye watching over the earth.
Monsters grew restless, distant roars echoing back and forth continuously, and the spiritual energy in the air reached its most active state of the month.
On nights like this, Psionics users didn't dare catch a wink of sleep, staying constantly on guard against monster attacks...
"It's time!"
In the area below the large hill, a concealed passage mystical circle began glowing.
Thousands of rubble piles formed by the destroyed Stone Box Monsters were positioned at specific points around the array.
As the mystical circle came to life, the rubble piles rapidly dissolved, transforming into streams of earth-brown energy that poured steadily into the array's center.
At the same time, Carlos's expression turned deadly serious as mysterious whispers continued flowing from his lips:
