The formation continued to expand, its countless circles rotating in perfect harmony. Each carried a distinct law of magic, yet together they formed something far beyond a simple spell.
The space itself began to respond.
Stars flickered out across the distant reaches. Space twisted around the formation, and the fleets retreated as the pressure reached them. Even the Council's divine barriers began to crack.
For the first time, the beings who had stood above countless worlds felt the threat of their own destruction.
The Dragon God spread his wings, trying to rally the others.
"Don't let him finish!"
But his command came too late.
Asher lowered his fingers.
The magic circles locked into place.
A vast sigil stretched across the space, its light casting long shadows over the gathered Council. At its center, Asher stood with an expression of quiet indifference.
