Three levels beneath Wisteria Lane.
Ian stood before the Abyssal Altar, his gaze calm.
'I'll dismantle it for now. After my breakthrough, I can find a safe place to rebuild it.'
He reached out, his fingertips coming to rest on the altar's edge.
His Spiritual Power transformed into countless fine, pale-gold threads, extending from his fingertips.
Like living things, the threads burrowed into the altar's crevices, moving in reverse along the network of inscribed Runes within.
The vortex at the altar's core began to fluctuate, like the surface of water ruffled by the wind.
Ian's movements were slow and steady.
Each time he pried a Void Anchor Stone loose, he carefully enveloped it with his Spiritual Power, sealing off any leakage of Energy.
Then, he carefully placed it into his Dimension Ring.
The altar began to come apart, piece by piece, starting from the top layer.
The moment the Void Stones were separated, the complex Runes dimmed, becoming ordinary engravings.
