The dark red mist swirled around Richard, with streaks of light flowing within it.
Ethan's heart stirred, and with a burst of energy from his hands, he conjured a whirlwind that scattered the black and red fog.
His eyes narrowed sharply as he saw what lay behind Richard.
Behind Richard was a mysterious Magic Circle.
This Circle was composed of layers of intricate runes, each flickering with a dim, purple light.
The runes intertwined with each other, forming mysterious patterns that resembled a twisted tapestry.
These runes and patterns emitted a powerful mana, exerting an irresistible allure.
The Magic Circle clung to Richard's soul like a leech, stubbornly latching onto it.
It was as if his soul was bound by an invisible rope, rendering escape impossible.
Strange energies emanated from the Magic Circle, continuously scorching Richard's soul. Wisps of blue smoke rose from his head.
