Dark smoke rose from the underground, but it couldn't obscure the intense red flames. A massive black hand pierced through the heavy earth, thrusting fiercely toward the sky. Summoned from its realm to this world, no powerful being would willingly endure such exhausting travel. Yet the words Lynch continuously recited were ones it could never resist—its True Name.
The Magic God quickly recovered from the recent blow; in fact, aside from several barriers used to absorb Magic Energy collapsing due to overload, he wasn't much harmed. However, the creature slowly climbing from the depths emitted a foul stench, posing a serious threat to him.
"Go back! This is not your world!" The Magic God spread his hands, his voice booming like thunder, "I command you! Go back!"
