In an instant, five immensely powerful streams of Divine Sense ripped through the firmament like raging thunder dragons, carrying the destructive might of a world-shattering force as they crashed fiercely into the ancient and mysterious array.
The space surrounding the forbidden grounds was churned as if by the hand of an ancient demon god, twisting and wrinkling like old, discarded paper.
The air emitted a dull, heavy buzzing tremor, a sound like countless slumbering giant beasts of the primordial era abruptly startled awake, roaring in angry defiance—or perhaps the desperate cry of spatial barriers failing under unbearable strain, on the verge of shattering and collapse.
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