The runes flickered like breathing, each flicker causing the surrounding space to ripple like water, accompanied by a hum as deep as an ancient sigh. The runes interlinked, vaguely forming a massive Witch Array, incomplete yet still exuding an overwhelming might, covering an area of hundreds of meters.
At the core of the Witch Array, the space twisted visibly, light being torn and reassembled there, as if an invisible giant hand was struggling to pry open a crack in a door to an unknown era. Around the relic that was about to emerge from the earth, silhouettes of all kinds had long gathered.
At a glance, there were roughly thirty to forty people. These people either gathered in groups, occupying advantageous positions, or hid in the shadows like Duke, observing alone.
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