It was also why Yaroth had stated so confidently that a human couldn't operate the pocket dimension under normal circumstances.
The device wasn't merely a mechanical interface that required a simple input of raw power.
Even if a human somehow learned how to read the complex, twisting scripts of the demonic language, they would still absolutely need nether to activate and use the pocket dimension's spatial pathways.
Traditional human mana lacked the specific, corrupted density required to catalyze the device's core matrices, rendering it completely useless to any human magus who might try to steal it.
With his finger coated in a thin, shimmering film of purple nether, Yaroth clicked the exact middle of the holographic triangle.
Instantly, the stable atmospheric pressure within the frozen laboratory collapsed.
The air around them wobbled strongly, rippling and distorting like oil on water as the spatial boundaries of the hidden facility began to violently unwrap.
