At that moment, a loud hum filled the air, and the glowing patterns began to rise from the ground, forming a dome of light around the city. The murmurs from the crowd grew louder, filled with fear and confusion.
Roland clenched his fists. "We need to hold our position and wait for reinforcements. Keep everyone away from that dome. We don't know what will happen next."
As they waited, the dome of light pulsated, the energy within it growing more intense. The quarantined humans inside remained motionless, their eyes closed as if in deep concentration.
Back in Silas territory, he looked up to the moon with a smile on his face.As the moon rose high in the sky, the magic circle began to glow with an eerie light. Silas stood at the center, his eyes closed, chanting an incantation that resonated with the very fabric of the abyss. His voice echoed with an otherworldly timbre, the ancient words weaving a spell of immense power.
