In the village of Daekrahm, the magicians who started their ritual knelt on the ground. Corpses were laid bare on the altar, and their blood continuously stained the ground.
In the very beginning, this was all their plans. That was why they didn't ask for anyone's audience when building the tower. All they did was cover everything they were doing with an illusion. This way, with the previous emperor's permission, they could build everything they planned just below their noses without acquiring any suspicions.
And now that they were in the last stages of their plan, they were desperate and focused, wanting to be everything in their way.
"HAIL FOR THE ONES WHO WILL SAVE US!"
"HAIL OUR FALSE ONE!"
"HAIL TO HIM WHO ROSE FROM THE ABYSS!"
These words continuously were heard around them until a light formed in the middle. It was cut in the middle. It was a portal. It didn't take long for a figure to come out of the portal.
