The air was filled with the acrid smell of eroded breath and cracked bloodstains, with shimmering blue-crystal fragments occasionally falling from above, striking the hard flesh wall with a dull thud.
Alia stood at the center of this catastrophe, her eyes burning with the fiery determination of Blood Prison Flame.
She gripped the longsword tightly, her palm slightly red, as a hot and mysterious power surged forth from within her.
She closed her eyes in concentration, connecting her entire consciousness to the core of her deep soul, gradually summoning the "Power of Blood Prison Dominator."
As her low chant began, a dark red wave surged like a tide, rippling around everyone.
It was a magnificent giant "Sea of Blood Illusion," composed of numerous blood phantoms and imprinted with soul marks, suspended like a massive cage in the twisted space of the star realm, emitting a powerful gravity with Alia at its anchor.
