The monochrome world shook violently. The frozen space cracked apart.
The silver runes engraved by the World-Locking Compass shattered one after another.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Each shattered rune released an explosion capable of destroying mountains.
The dimensional prison was beginning to collapse.
Even Alix could feel the immense pressure pressing against him.
His robes fluttered wildly.
The ground beneath his feet disintegrated into countless fragments.
The World-Locking Compass vibrated more violently with every passing second.
Several new cracks appeared across its dark crystal.
Even a Tier 8 artifact had limits.
And the existence beyond the crack was forcing those limits through nothing more than the pressure of its projection.
Alix narrowed his eyes.
"I see..."
"I suppose you're stronger than I expected."
There wasn't the slightest hint of panic in his voice.
Only acknowledgment.
The ancient being laughed, the sound was deep and ancient.
