Just like that,
accompanied by an extremely faint yet attention-grabbing click,
the entire process of connecting the power supply device to the Lightless Mirror was finally complete.
Immediately after,
the conduits began continuously injecting specially modulated energy.
That energy shimmered with gorgeous, magical colors.
The immense power contained within it seemed to have finally been released after a long seal, surging eagerly toward the mirror as if to awaken the mysterious runes that had slumbered for ages.
Yet there was a crucial reason why these border guards had only chosen to request the deployment of the Lightless Mirror now.
It was also why it was known as a Grade A Sealed Item!
In an instant,
the ripples reflected on the pitch-black mirror surface seemed to be stirred by psychic energy, sending out the first faint tremor that humans might not have been able to perceive at all.
But the next second,
the mirror became a pitch-black point of origin that greedily devoured every inch of light around it.
Even the staff members who had cautiously kept their distance and were merely operating the mechanical interfaces at the edge of the Lightless Mirror's influence instantly felt an utterly terrifying sense of spatial displacement.
It was a dizziness that sank into their bones and struck directly at their souls.
It felt as though the entire world was slowly tilting and rotating toward that mirror under an imperceptible yet irresistible force.
Their vision began to distort, and their sense of time blurred, as though they had been dragged into an endless vortex.
And at the center of that vortex
was:
Clorinda's Lightless Mirror.
Within the ruins discovered by human civilization in the Fifth Epoch, that long-collapsed civilization had left it another name:
Lighteater.
The name itself was the finest explanation of its essence.