Earth, North America.
Colorado Grand Canyon.
The howling wind rolled through the desolate canyon, echoing like a woman's sobs.
In this canyon, once rarely visited and now reduced to ruins, more than thirty Third Order Awakeners stood surrounding the ruins, nervously watching the red portal continuously unfolding above them.
Strands of Red Thread connected to their bodies, sending waves of energy into the portal.
"How much longer!?"
"I feel like I can't hold on much longer!"
Their faces were flushed red from exertion.
A burly man with a full beard, whose strength was roughly Mid Third Order, was desperately pouring psychic energy into the portal.
As the main force behind the ritual, he bore the greatest pressure.
Like him, the other Third Order Awakeners were also desperately mobilizing their nearly depleted psychic energy, trying to force the portal a little wider.
"Hold on!"
"The lord inside the portal is too powerful! Just hold on a little longer!"
With low roars, several hundred fully armed Awakener soldiers surrounding them watched their side's top experts struggle so hard. For a moment, when they looked into the portal, their eyes were filled with awe.
Although the divine ritual had yet to officially begin, they could already faintly sense an extremely terrifying Coercive Pressure coming from inside.
With each low roar, it was as if some supreme existence was about to break through the door.
At the same time, a Second-Order Awakener standing in the middle of the soldiers wore a white uniform and looked like a researcher.
He stared fanatically at the ever-expanding portal, watching the supreme existence inside struggle to squeeze its way out.
Unable to hold back, he shrieked:
"Supreme God of Desire, Lord Asmodeus! Please descend into this world! Let the lambs of this world feel your power once more!"