Her whispers echoed softly along the ancient stone walls—faint, sacred words carried by faith.
"May Radiance be cast down... May we be freed from his chains…"
Once Michael confirmed that the array was fully charged, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The array beneath his hand pulsed like a living heart, sending irregular bursts of light through the room. His mana flowed directly into the core, melding with the ancient system.
He focused his mind on the coordinates—provided to him by Drake through the communicator—and the numbers began to align in his consciousness like pieces of a puzzle.
Though the chamber around him was silent, the power building in the array felt intense—chaotic, even.
Suddenly, the surface of the lake stilled completely.
The glowing glyphs on the ceiling blazed brighter, casting a divine aura throughout the entire temple.
Michael's voice rang out in the chamber.
"Now!"
