Othergod Realm (2)

Not long after, the green-robed figures standing around the Magic Circle stopped praying. Expressionless, they drew sharp knives from beneath their robes and slashed their own wrists.

Blood poured onto the Magic Circle and raced along the lines carved into the ground. In the blink of an eye, it stained the entire pattern. A hum sounded, the ground trembled faintly, and light surged upward as the Magic Circle slowly began to turn.

At the center of the Magic Circle, beside where Tina stood, three twisted Black Goat wraiths gradually rose from the three carcasses. Drawn by the Magic Circle, they joined head to foot to form a ring. Dense resentment gathered at its center. Amplified by the Magic Circle, it turned a rich black, like a pool of thick ink...

Mr. Borg carefully took out a mottled shard of porcelain and tossed it into the center of the Magic Circle.

It was only an ordinary shard of porcelain. What made it precious was that it came from the mysterious Othergod Realm.

Only an object from the Othergod Realm could open a passage to that world.

As the shard struck the mass of resentment, which had grown almost solid, it was like water splashing into a pan of boiling oil. The ink-black resentment churned wildly, and the three enormous Black Goat wraiths let out piercing wails. The resentment, already nearly solid, grew darker and more terrifying. Bolstered by the Magic Circle, it wrapped around the ordinary shard and spun faster and faster, gradually boring its way inside.

Several minutes later, the shard could bear no more. With a bang, it exploded into powder.

The porcelain dust filled the ring formed by the three Black Goat wraiths. Following the trace of its origin in the Othergod Realm, and fueled by a vast