Blinding radiance erupted from every inch of the array's engraved lines, instantly flooding the entire space with cascading hues of seven different colors.
The light converged, gathering at the very center of the formation, where it formed a massive vortex of energy. A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the air, as though the world itself were trembling.
The excitement on Faer's face had only just begun to surface—an expression he could no longer suppress—when, without any warning at all, a vague, indistinct figure appeared directly behind him.
There were no words.
No premonition.
That shadowy figure merely raised a hand and pressed it lightly against Faer's back, right over his heart.
As the God of Elements, Faer's reaction speed was extraordinary. The instant he sensed danger, countless defensive arrays unfolded around him at once, layered upon layered, each one formed from the most refined elemental principles.
