The dark crimson pillar of light was like flowing filthy blood, spraying countless scarlet motes.
Whenever the holy white light pouring from the enormous Rowan tree touched those splattered scarlet motes, it was as though it had been corroded by strong acid, instantly eaten away into a murky scarlet halo.
The scarlet halo spread outward, and wherever it passed, the white light's collapse abruptly accelerated.
The dark crimson pillar continuously spewed scarlet motes. The radiance that had once filled the sky was forced back step by step, like a piece of white cloth corroded full of holes, ready to fall apart at any moment.
Seeing the rampant scarlet halo spread at an unstoppable pace toward the Rowan tree's crown high in the sky, Wizet suddenly raised his wand and slashed it downward.
The shimmering halo around the Rowan tree abruptly solidified into an impregnable barrier, fiercely resisting the incoming scarlet halo.
Even as the scarlet halo eroded the sky, a sudden change occurred on the streets below.
The captured Isaiah Society members and magical creatures had already fallen unconscious, yet when the dark crimson pillar rose, they inexplicably opened their eyes.
Their expressions were identical, filled with pain and savagery. Their features twisted like crumpled paper, while their bodies trembled uncontrollably and convulsed violently as though seized by spasms.
The air seemed filled with an invisible force, silent yet overwhelmingly tyrannical, crudely tearing something out of their bodies.
Selina Pendragon's face tightened as she and her companions raised their wands at the captives, attempting to determine the source of the anomaly with magic.
At the same time, the pendant on her chest began ringing urgently, voices rising one after another from within.
They all reported the same situation—the Isaiah Society members and magical creatures in other areas had awakened at