The Revival of the Old Days 5

Clearly.

Saruman truly was one of the most brilliant wizards of this age. With the aid of certain occult knowledge, he had lived up to expectations and successfully deciphered the stone door.

As magic power flowed into it, the previously dim symbols lit up one by one, radiating a ghostly blue glow.

The entire stone door began to tremble faintly, while the twisted reliefs upon it seemed to come alive and slowly writhe. At the center of the door, where the seams had once fit perfectly together, space began to warp and fold. A speck of dark light appeared, then swiftly expanded, ultimately forming a steadily rotating portal that seemed to be made of darkness itself!

The interior of the gate was unfathomably deep, with no scenery visible within—only pure nothingness. The spinning darkness seemed capable of swallowing all light and sound; even one's thoughts appeared to be dragged inside and annihilated without a trace. It was less like a door than a gaping maw waiting to devour them.

An abyss connected to an unknown end.

They had succeeded!

Saruman and Karg exchanged a glance, each seeing barely suppressed excitement and a trace of unease in the other's eyes.

They had truly found a way to open the stone door!

"I knew it. You really are the best!" Karg stood at the edge of the dark vortex with Lina on his back. He had been right to place his faith in Saruman.

Of course.

That unfathomable portal also filled Karg with dread. His powerful warrior's physique kept him steady, but his pupils still involuntarily contracted before this sight beyond comprehension. The aura exuded by the void was more terrifying than any battle they had fought or any temptation they had faced.

It was not a physical threat, but a sense