Kevin looked at the deep pit before him, carefully walked to the edge, and glanced down.
The pitch-black hole extended downward in a regular triangular shape. Debris constantly fell from the edges, and a fist-sized clod of dirt dropped in. For a long while, no sound came back.
Kevin hurriedly retreated two steps and asked curiously, "What are incantations?"
"Incantations are a power unique to devils. Demons generally possess some of them as well.
"Perhaps it is the language of creatures like them. We humans cannot understand it, nor can we comprehend the meaning contained within.
"It is said that once one masters these incantations, one can command the power of demons."
As she spoke, Fatty walked to the edge of the pit, cut her finger with the brooch on her chest, and let a drop of blood fall onto the rim.
The blood fell.
Special black symbols instantly emerged around the pit. Some resembled a person trapped within a triangle, some resembled a snake coiled within a triangle, and others resembled twisted tadpoles.
The patterns were impossible to make out, and none of them were fixed. Every one of them constantly twisted and changed, as though this shifting motion itself was the proper way to write the characters.
These were dynamic characters.
By this point, Kevin could no longer understand what he was looking at. Who the hell knew how to write "dynamic" words?
"The fact that these incantations still remain proves the seal was only broken recently. She has only just entered reality, and her power is still weak. We have to capture her quickly. Once she regains her strength, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
"Where is she?"
"I don't know, but I heard she likes music. Her singing is enough to destroy the world."
"A sound-wave attack?