Lynch's silver hair suddenly defied gravity, floating upward as the ends began quantum disintegration. Parker's emerald dragon scales emitted an eerie blue glow, each scale reflecting remnants of different time flows—the space-time fabric within a ten-mile radius was being torn apart by the spell.
"Ssshhh!"
"Whoosh!"
The fierce sound of wind-breaking continued to echo, and above the ruins, a sudden violent storm arose.
Sizzling and crackling noises echoed continuously, everything within the ruins began to float upward, rapidly flying towards the center, as if there was some enormous attraction there.
At the center of the ruins, a gigantic black sphere with a diameter of hundreds of meters hovered quietly. It was like a ravenous mouth that could never be filled, linked to an interdimensional portal, devouring everything that flew towards it.
