บท 432: Pentagram

Only a few hours passed before Shane finally reached the center of the square he had drawn on the map.

The closer he had come to the center, the weirder he felt.

Something about the place was off, and the moment Shane emerged from the last thicket that separated him from the open field, he knew what had made him feel so uncomfortable.

The open field was the center of the four merged dimensions, or at least that was what Shane assumed.

Taking a look around, he found nothing special except a huge pentagram that absorbed enormous streams of mana.

However, that was not everything that he found to be interesting about the pentagram in front of him.

Mana streamed towards it, only to be thrown into something that felt like a catalyst, separating the harmful impurities from the surrounding mana before being drawn into the pentagram.