The instant that gaze swept over him, the sorcerer with half-black, half-white long hair in the shifting light and shadow felt every hair on his body stand on end, his pupils contracting sharply.
"ᚢ, ᛉ, ᚻ, ᚨ..."
At the same time, a low chant echoed through the barren, deathly dark world. Rune symbols traced from Samael's fingertips blazed like burning torches, sweeping away the surrounding gloom.
In an instant, the flashing runes shot forth like a meteor swarm tearing through the sky, trailing long tails of flame as they crashed violently into the black sun hanging overhead.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Light and darkness collided and intertwined. The pitch-black sun flickered erratically, while the entire space shook violently like water whipped into towering waves, ripples visible to the naked eye spreading through it.
At that moment, outside the stone platform of the Castle Keep, the half-black, half-white-haired sorcerer watched the scene in the mirror—which looked as if a magnitude-twelve earthquake had erupted—and felt his eyelids twitching. His back was already soaked in cold sweat, and he could not help silently rejoicing.
Good thing he had been smart enough not to expose his true body directly to this man's sight.
Otherwise, that barrage of runes just now would have been more than enough to make him suffer.
The sorcerer wiped away the cold sweat beading on his forehead, then hurriedly raised his hand and traced symbols over the ancient mirror with curved fingers.
At once, the turbulent world gradually returned to calm.
Like a stone tossed into a lake, no matter how large the splashes it raised, the surface would eventually return to its original state.
A formation?
Samael lowered his right hand and looked at the black luminous body reforming overhead, as well as the desolate scenery around him gradually