Fate's Closed Loop 9

As Ian Prince's final syllable of "open" fell, the invisible key he had "turned" with his right hand seemed to slot precisely into some unseen keyhole.

In an instant, the entire square—no, the entire city of R'lyeh—seemed to shudder violently!

The enormous magic circle on the ground, terrifyingly vast and previously emitting only a faint ghostly glow, suddenly erupted with a brilliant radiance too dazzling to look at directly!

The same old descriptive approach.

The light was not a single color, but composed of countless strange hues that constantly shifted and intertwined, filled with a blasphemous, chaotic beauty.

Of course.

Upon closer inspection.

One could also discover.

That it contained a terrifying power capable of freezing the soul. Every symbol and every etched line in the array seemed to have been infused with violent energy, lighting up and pulsing madly. The three-dimensional runes Ian had embedded were now perfectly integrated with the array, becoming crucial nodes through which energy circulated.

The entire magic circle was no longer a flat pattern. It seemed to have come "alive," transforming into a three-dimensional energy construct that continuously rotated and changed shape!

"Rumble! Rumble!"

With the star-shaped symbol at the center of the array as its core, space began to twist with unprecedented violence.

Light was stretched into spirals, the air let out shrieks under unbearable strain, and the outlines of the living buildings around them became even blurrier and stranger beneath the intense light and spatial distortion.

A powerful, irresistible suction force suddenly erupted from the center of the array!

This force did not merely act upon physical objects. It was more like a pull upon "existence" itself, forcibly anchoring and dragging at the coordinates of time and space!

"Here I go!"

Ian Prince bore the brunt of it. The stable "domain" surrounding