It was like the sky became turbulent.
The magic circle's inside was driven by enormous power. Numerous letters flew out, hitting Aires's body and shattering into black mists.
Those black mists fell down like rain.
But with a careful look, those lines were all alphabet paths.
Many alphabet paths flowed together to form a large river.
Not only that, but twelve rivers had also appeared. Each one represented a great alchemy alphabet pattern.
An immense power overflowed from that magic circle. But with the existence of the twelve black pillars, they did not gush out.
Even so, the surrounding area was still impacted by the enormous pressure that radiated out. The ground cracked in a wide area, kicking up the sand and stones up in the sky.
This scene seemed utterly great and beyond imagination.