"This rift is a problem…" Merlin sighed as she looked at what remained of the rift after the orcs locked it. Her face twisted into a frown, and her hair sparked with magic as she slowly lifted her long and jagged staff.
Bright purple sparks of mana bolted out of the tip of her staff as the entire area around her flashed with light, the air vibrated violently, and the rift twisted, groaning like a titanic beast. She could feel it resisting her magic with a horrifying force that was far beyond magic; this was the pure law of the entire universe at work, and to twist it, a power that surpasses the divines must be used.
