David's heart tightened, witnessing this scene, he realized the seriousness of the situation.
The Magic Power in his hand surged like a rushing torrent, constantly intensifying.
He locked his gaze on the channel that was gradually forming, feeling a strong sense of unease rise in his heart.
"Power of Ether, descend once more!"
He murmured a Spell, and a golden light continuously gathered in his palm.
As his mind focused, the golden light grew ever more brilliant, like dawn piercing through the night.
At this moment, the channel had already begun to twist, and the breath emanating from it felt like a cold winter assaulting, plunging everything around into despair.
Undead and Bloodline Power entangled, like countless furious Souls, letting out a tragic scream in the air.
At that instant, the golden stream of light made contact with the dark channel!
A deafening bang resounded, and the entire space was instantly engulfed by dazzling light.
