The moment the ritual unfolded, Iver felt as if something had clogged his throat.
He could not speak at all, and he could barely make a sound.
It was like having a dream in which he had lost the ability to speak.
If he forcefully resisted the effects of the Ritual Array and struggled to speak, he would only choke himself until he could no longer breathe.
Clearly, Iver was not the only one being restrained. Aside from Sherlock, who was already unconscious, the other three people who were still awake also fell silent in an instant.
...Mass Silence? Iver knew that with so many teammates guarding him... General Karl, who had gone alone, probably did not need him to worry about him.
Thus, before General Karl arrived, Iver walked to the window, raised his head, and focused on the ritual above him, carefully studying and analyzing its effects.
A ritual arranged by a Fifth-Level Transcender was obviously impossible for him to stop without reaching the level of the Path of Transcendence. Still, he could see whether there was anything he could make use of.
The vermillion runes formed three concentric disks in the sky. Using the writing of the Herasul Empire mixed with elven script, they inscribed three layers of incantations.
From the outer circle to the inner circle, they rotated clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise at slow, extremely fast, and fast speeds respectively.
The blood-red runes spun like millstones, emitting an increasingly loud hum like a machine starting up.
A rough analysis of the words would translate them as: "We beseech the Constant Self, the god whose Sacred Number is one, the god who dies and is reborn, the god who gazes into the darkness for eternity. We respectfully beseech the Blood Angel, the Angel of Eternal Feast, the