He stared at the thick crimson lines streaking across the sky.
âDamn.â
The glow was sharp and vivid, almost unnaturally so.
At the same time, the once-clear sky was darkening, clouds gathering as if summoned.
It was clearly no natural phenomenonâits presence felt alien.
âI thought itâd be something big, but this isâ¦â
It was far more impressive than he had anticipated.
The sky rippled with energy, vast and ominous.
Even from the ground, its overwhelming scale was enough to leave people stunned.
They had claimed this had been in preparation for decades.
Clearly, it showed.
âHmm.â
Six lines began to connect, slowly forming intricate patterns, like the strokes of a massive sentence.
As they wove together, the darkening sky seemed to deepen further.
Rumbleâ!!!
The tremors spread across the arena and beyond.
âW-Whatâs happening?!â
âAhhh!â
Cries erupted as panic swept through the crowd.
People scrambled in every direction, fear and confusion etched on their faces.
Martial artists from the Murim Alliance rushed out, trying to assess the situation.
His eyes shifted upward, toward the crimson barrier encasing the pavilion.
Hissâ!!
An ominous energy surged upward, sealing the area in a translucent red dome.
âSo this is what the Archdemon mentioned.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He vaguely recalled it from the planning phaseâ
A mechanism to trap the strongest fighters in Hanam, cutting off their escape.
The Archdemon had claimed it could be created, given enough time.
And now, there it was.
âWhatâs the principle behind this?â
Curiosity stirred, but this wasnât the time to ponder.
Crackâ!!