Axis began to murmur, her lips moving as she recited a chant in a language no human tongue could ever hope to comprehend.
"Siba-Wa-Ji-Wha-E-Turu-Ki-Kha-Solan-Gi-Lino," she intoned softly, her voice carrying a strange weight. Each syllable was pronounced with deliberate clarity, as if every sound was an anchor to another world.
Every fragment of that ancient incantation resonated in the air, vibrating through the unseen walls of the dimension itself. The echoes struck like invisible hammers, and with each strike, thin cracks began to appear—so subtle they could not be seen directly, yet one could feel them, like glass on the verge of shattering.
From those invisible ruptures, waves of energy pulsed outward. The spell greedily drew upon an immeasurable amount of dark energy, pulling in wandering remnants of long-dead souls.
