Chapter 75: The Ritual

Stillness.

Then, a whisper. A hiss that coiled and slithered through the suffocating heat of the Badlands.

Elyndor stood in the heart of the broken land, his silhouette framed by the cocoon's faint, pulsing glow. The control rune beneath his feet shimmered with eldritch energy, spiraling outward in a pattern too intricate for mortal comprehension. His staff was raised high, spectral energy spiraling around its head, casting eerie shadows on the cracked earth.

"Vuth'rek... Sylan'thir..." His words were guttural, reverberating with ancient power. The spirits swirling around him answered in haunting harmony, their ghostly forms merging into the middle-tier spirit towering behind him.

The air rippled.

A barrier of emerald fire sprang to life, encasing the group in an impenetrable dome of spirit and flame.

Kael snarled, slamming into the wall with his claws, only to be thrown back by a surge of energy. "What the hells is this?"