Each of them reached for the alluring light in the abyss. When grasping onto it, a stronger force pulled them closer, as if sucking them in.
The light was a Primordial Stone.
The necromarcs tried to resist the force by pushing away and pushing it away with their own powers but their energy dissipated and was negated.
Any ability they attempted to unleash was sealed within them, unable to use any of their powers.
With a huge roar of struggle, they were sucked in and in the instant, they regained their consciousness in the huge hall. Their gazes darted around the room gasping as their awareness resurfaced.
"What was that just now?" Ezekiel questioned the overlooker, who floated in the middle of the room. He lowered his hands and the glowing magic circle dimmed out slowly.
