For the first time, the system uncurled itself to show it's inner workings and mana saperated to show souls inside.
The hall was drowned in silence, every warrior, priest, and mage straining against invisible chains that bound their bodies in place inside the system.
Their lips moved in futile whispers, their mana flared only to be crushed back into stillness by the overwhelming grip of the system.
Despair thickened in the air. For the first time since the battle began, the hope of resistance seemed utterly extinguished.
The souls of the people sacrificed to create the first ever system looked back at their creator and screamed.
Arkenas stood at the center, his figure illuminated by the radiant lattice of divine runes spiraling around him.
His laughter echoed, proud and triumphant, as he raised his hand toward the immobilized mortals.
