Clearly, the actions of the Tower were still a bit slow. While the Tower was still familiarizing itself with the circumstances of the war from Lind’s perspective, supremacy magic had already been prepared at the Eastern Border.
In an open area, several mages surrounded Oris, standing at various corners of the magic circle with serious expressions. They wore special robes that obscured most of their faces.
These individuals were referred to in the Avar Kingdom as Forbidden Spell Apprentices, specifically tasked with assisting high-level professionals in casting supremacy magic.
A few Forbidden Spell Apprentices continuously chanted obscure incantations, and the light of the magic circle beneath everyone’s feet was gradually intensifying, as if responding to their chanting.
As the apprentices continued to cast spells, the symbols within the interwoven lines of the magic circle quietly surged, as if time itself were about to stagnate.
Oris was in the center of the magic circle, constantly controlling the magic power and symbols within the massive circle.
If Lind were present at this casting site, he might still have felt that he was being overly cautious; he could easily find a desolate plot of land to test supremacy magic. One actual casting would yield far more data than calculations done in a research lab.
Indeed, as the guest from the Tower stated, supremacy magic was not easily controllable; even for the Avars who frequently employed such magic, there remained a multitude of properties that were completely unknown.
Oris was already a skilled worker in the Avar Kingdom, and soon a storm was conjured in the sky above the Eastern Border. The clouds were ceaselessly gathering like a vortex, the air growing denser, and the temperature around plummeting sharply, as if all heat was being devoured by the storm in the sky.
Just as supremacy magic was about to spiral out of control, Oris activated the unknown flesh and blood sent by the Demon Clan.
As the properties of the magic power changed, supremacy magic gradually stabilized.
Flashes of lightning flickered, howling winds roared, and the entire sky was enveloped in dark clouds. The surrounding area known as Lorel was completely engulfed in flames due to the lightning strikes and gale-force winds.
Everything was proceeding smoothly as planned. Observing the spellcasting up close and continuously recording data, Altan gazed at the apocalyptic scene around him, marveling at how Oris’s forbidden spell techniques had advanced once more.
Even before the supremacy magic was fully unleashed, it had already demonstrated such immense destructive power; once fully released, the land here in the Eastern Border would likely turn into a no-man’s land.
Though he felt an ominous sense in his heart, it must have been just his overly worried mind in this foreign land.
Just as Altan was thinking this, Oris, at the center of the magic circle, noticed something amiss.
The supremacy magic continued to expand; although it had stabilized, it was becoming increasingly difficult to control.
In fact, the supremacy magic had already slipped beyond Oris’s control. The originally cataclysmic lightning storm was merely a prelude to some true supremacy magic. The magic power above was still gathering uncontrollably, and the supremacy magic that should have unleashed heavenly fire now seemed to be gathering strength for something even more terrible.
An unprecedented fear surged within Oris’s heart.
As the quality of the magic power transformed, the air became filled with an ominous and gloomy atmosphere. Some of the magic power had even formed tangible tendrils, continuously flailing in the air.
This was no longer the original supremacy magic.
The symbols at the center of the magic circle erupted with a brilliant light, akin to flames burning and thunder striking. A beam of light shot into the swirling sky, within which a massive shadow gradually materialized, slowly descending.
This figure lacked a definite form, appearing to be composed of numerous fragmented phantoms. The demon soldiers surrounding it immediately knelt before the shadow.
Although these phantoms were still very abstract, the demon soldiers, especially those regularly conditioned and fed with flesh and blood, immediately recognized it as their god.
“Uh… uh!”
The Forbidden Spell Apprentices collapsed as soon as the shadow appeared. Under their robes, their bodies became desiccated, as if drained entirely, emitting two pitiful whimpers before falling silent.
Watching the shadow in the sky, Oris felt an unprecedented sense of fear and oppression as the shadow descended, causing the very earth to tremble slightly.
Oris wanted to interrupt the spellcasting, but that was now impossible. The supremacy magic had undergone a horrific mutation; it was no longer Oris casting the spell. The entire magic circle was being controlled, continuously consuming and manipulating Oris’s magic power.
Altan, responsible for recording, had already sensed that something was wrong and shouted to Oris, “Stop, quick, stop!”
Oris seemed as if even his mind had been seized, unable to think clearly, his eyes wide open staring at the shadow in the sky, as the flesh and blood provided by the Demon Clan continued to swell, absorbing other magical materials and transforming into a seemingly endless flow of black blood, spreading out from the center of the magic circle.
Unable to move, as soon as Oris came into contact with the black blood, he heard the sound of flesh melting, and with his last bit of strength, he struggled to stretch his arm toward Altan, seeking help.
From Altan’s perspective, upon contact with the black blood, Oris had turned into a mass of flesh, emitting horrifying cries and reaching out with something resembling a hand, pointing at him.
Completely unprepared for such a transformation, Altan looked at the seemingly sentient black blood, frightened and immediately dropped his notes, fleeing in a panic.
Oris was fixed at the center of the magic circle, continuously having his magic power consumed, as the black blood spread like an unending tide, beginning to corrode the land.
However, the shadow in the sky seemed unable to break through some kind of restraint, eventually dissipating into the sky. At this moment, supremacy magic had already completed its formation.
The original thunderstorm had ceased, and just as rain typically follows thunder, the sky began to pour down black raindrops.
The raindrops extinguished the great fire originally stirred up by the thunderstorm, and many people in the Eastern Border looked up curiously at the black rain falling from the sky.
Though this black rain appeared exceedingly strange, at least it extinguished the flames. Some citizens in the Lorel area even thought that their god had manifested, kneeling in the rain to pray.
“Father, look! It’s black rain!”
Within the lord’s castle in Lorel, unaware of what had transpired, the lord and his daughter were curiously observing the black rain.
The mischievous lord’s daughter ran into the courtyard, performing the latest dance she had just learned in the black rain for her father.
The lord, unable to stop his daughter, rushed out under an umbrella, preparing to pull her back to avoid the strange rain. But just halfway there, he saw his little girl rapidly transforming into a monster under the rain’s influence.
“Father… my dance…”
The little girl’s voice grew increasingly distorted, becoming less and less human, shifting from being uttered from her mouth to something that echoed from her entire body, as if every inch of her was filled with mouths.
“Do you see… see… it?”
The little girl clearly still possessed some awareness, her voice evolving into an eerie whisper.
The area of rainfall began to uncontrollably expand, the skies darkening further as the black clouds pressed down, nearly touching the horizon, while the rain painted the earth in hopeless colors.
Plants withered, rivers contaminated, and flesh rotted. Reality crumbled in an instant under this rain.
The entire world seemed to reach its end at that moment, offering no salvation, nor hope of redemption.
This unexpected apocalypse, born from the mingling desires of humans and the Demon Clan through supremacy magic, was directly unleashed by human hands.
