Ripples of disturbance shimmered with faint blue specks among the silver-white stone forest. The once-calm space was now being torn apart by a rapidly operating ancient human magic circle, creating holes of varying sizes.
Chaotic elemental particles poured from the void into reality, then were drawn back by Charlotte's mental energy, maintaining a delicate dynamic balance.
The silver-white stone pillars continued glowing, completely concealing the shadow patterns cast by withered branches. When everything coalesced into unity, Astrid saw a circular rift about the size of a small swimming pool. Surging magical currents brushed against her cheeks, gently swaying her silver hair.
Half a minute passed. The magical tide gradually calmed. Upon the silver-white spatial transfer disc stood a group of tattered skeletons.
