"The situation is completely out of control!"
Manan clutched the cursed relic [Black Holy Son], his voice dry.
He hadn't been attacked by those people, but facing their endless deceptive techniques and rampant bombardment, Manan's legs weakened.
Unable to determine who the invaders were, the mages of the Material Plane, tasked with resisting the invasion, should be extremely cautious, fearing causing too many casualties and destruction. Most importantly, they should be afraid that too violent actions would exacerbate the spatial rupture.
As the space fissures widen, the shadows of the Cursed Land will engulf this land, heralding the world's end.
But now, contrary to what he hoped, Manan prayed that the Material Plane mages would be careful, clearly they had lost their patience.
Fortunately, [Black Holy Son] had finally contacted the mother entity.
