The True Hand Of Kermes

A blazing red fire lit up the sky. It was eerie and gave off a very ominous vibe, sending shivers down everyone's spine. For the Great Sorcerers,  they felt a terrifying and powerful spiritual sense lock on to them. It was coming from within the fire. They realized that they had to interrupt the ritual and despite the gnawing fear eating at their hearts, they launched several attacks on the altar. However, they could not even scratch its surface.

"This power is beyond the First Rank..." Phelan's expression turned ugly by the second. He knew that they had found themselves in serious trouble. What was supposed to be a routine Discidii Association Mission had become something beyond their power to handle. Korman who normally had a stoic expression on his face all the time now had a tinge of despair lurking within his eyes.