Chapitre 289: Meeting Clark

Desmond's hands surged with natural energy, crackling with a faint white light that danced in his palms. Suddenly, the luminous radiance transformed into a shroud of darkness, casting an ethereal glow over the midnight sky. A magnificent magic circle materialized, spanning the heavens and enveloping the tumultuous dragon head vortex, its size triple that of the vortex itself, as if attempting to consume the entire city.

Under the resplendent spectacle, the Desmond group found themselves at the epicenter, both bathed in the illuminating brilliance and obscured by its veil, their features partially concealed.

"Lead the way," Desmond commanded, his voice piercing through the dazed onlookers, including his subordinates, snapping them back to reality.