The prayer resounded so powerfully it nearly made the barrier enclosing the area tremble again and again. Taking Luther's corpse as its core, a pillar of dark energy shot straight into the sky, growing larger and larger the higher it rose. In the end, even the barrier cracked apart, and the pillar of energy swelled until it occupied half the area of the platform.
Silvanus and the others quickly retreated, their expressions heavy as they watched the scene unfold.
Outside, Bael snapped his two fans shut and roared, "What the hell is wrong with these people? Can't they accept defeat?!"
But it was already too late to stop the ritual. Bael could only hope that the God of Demons would not respond to this plea from Luther.
