Walls of Torment (2) (being edited)

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The chants seemed to invoke an ancient demon latent within the inscriptions, as the space above the circle distorted into a spherical expression.

Its size was noticeable, assuming a void darker than the amalgamation Vane previously witnessed in his memories, contrasting with the red hue.

The colossal scale of the magic circle was unveiled rapidly; portions of its inscriptions glowed as the emanating crimson energy from the chanters, flowed like a blood river.

Illuminating the inscriptions brilliantly as energy flowed over them, the circle; expanding endlessly, displaying the magnificent scale of this room.

RUMBLE RUMBLE

The platform shook chaotically, the air twisted violently, compressing itself, scorching the room with its density, choking everything in its grasp with its sheer pressure.

SWISH SWISH

Vane's body was weighed down by the air, crushing it, and his lungs seared as he struggled to breathe, but suddenly a spell barrier was cast over him, allowing for respite, and another spell to strengthen it, all within an instant.

TREMBLE TREMBLE

The tremors grew extremely violent; the chanters were flailing, forced to cast stronger spells now, and the air trembled like a crying whip, breaking the sound barrier with every lash, filling the room with its ear-deafening screams.

BOOM BOOM

Vane remained fixed within the nexus of the magic circle, a witness to this unfathomable scene, his thoughts; unable to be formed, for his mind focused solely on the details.

"URGHHHH… ARGHHHAAAAAAAAAH SPLURT," one of the men splurged blood in copious volumes, filling the room with a thick stench, as the winds mixed with the blood, splattering it all over the cracking room.

CRACK

Cracks rapidly proliferated around the magic circle, cutting around it irregularly, revealing a dim white twinkle at the edges.

The space was distorting savagely around the dark sphere, the tendrils of void stretched and contracted violently back into the precarious sphere above.

CRACK CRUMBLE

The cracks, held within a realm that a human must never witness, split the platform, the boundary painted with this realm's view.

The platform slowly disconnected from reality, rising into an abyssal realm lit by the red light, and the edges of the circle— which twinkled from a void.

ZWI ZWI ZWI

The distorting sphere above the circle tore open space using its tendrils as space-ripping whips, forming irregular cracks millions of kilometers wide, all over the abyss, painting the room in a dim ethereal light emanating from them, in contrast to the void.

The cascading light held an ethereal charm, as the view beyond the cracks was filled with beautiful stars and galaxies.

The outline of the cracks was covered in a dense gradient of purple, blue, green, and red, and twinkling arose from beyond them.

"ARGHAAA, N-NO! SH- SPLURT COUGH COUGH SPLURT."

"ARGHH, AH- SPLURT COUGH COUGH"

"SHIT, HE'S COMING GET RE- GURGLE SPLURT, N-N-…"

ZOOM

The tears of space, that held within an angelic allure, suddenly emanated a powerful wave that shook the mighty sphere, dimming the blood-red magic circle where it hit and shaking the platform to its very core, dispersing the roaring winds with ease.

"GUAAAHHHH, GURRGH GURGLE COUGH SPLURT"

"SHIT, IT-T COUGH COUGH APPE- COUGH TOO FAST- COUGH GURGLE, QUICK PUT IN EVERYTHI- COUGH COUGH SPLURT"

The tears were now pitch black with the dark ink moving in synchrony behind the splattered tears, as if what lay beyond was a singular entity, one beyond any mortal comprehension.

CRACK

One of the cracks was now widened by the entity; with his inky black arms, tearing open the holes in space, despite their resistance.

The dark hands widened it for an inky mass to show, resembling a head, that seemed to cleave open, consequently showering even the void with a brilliance that diminished its darkness of the abyss.

Vane's eyes singed at the brilliance and couldn't open them—even through the strengthened barrier, it felt like the hot sun seared my eyes.

Yet he didn't care—after all, he was facing an entity that he could never hope to grasp, let alone reach, and his mind was occupied with comprehending it.

Something that surpasses any mortal comprehension. An absolute entity. An entity with power beyond imagination, beyond attainment, beyond transcendence, beyond science, beyond limitations.

There was only one explanation for his identity; Vane was looking at a god.

"W-WE COUGH HAV- COUGH COUGH S-STABILI- COUGH TH-THE TEARS!

H-HE COUGH COUGH SPLURT C-CAN'T COM- COUGH ANY FURTHER! N-NOW'S THE TIME! IT IS OUR FINAL STAND! PUT EVERYTHING IN! COUGH COUGH SPLUUURT"

However, even the absolute one couldn't oppose the stand of the mortals, wagering their lives for a purpose great enough to dare go against the almighty.

The cracks stopped their expansion, and the dark sphere raged on stronger than ever, shaking even the foundation of space-time in controlled chaos.

The brilliance was opposed by the absolute darkness of the sphere, defying even god himself, now within the command of the mortals, who wielded power to destroy galaxies over and over.

Wind was no longer an element; it was too weak. Rather, the very foundations of this universe were being shaken, shattering all concepts of science with each tremor from the dark sphere.

Yet, the group of mortals stood, even after faltering, shielded by a power beyond comprehension. Their faces were elusive, but one could see the exhaustion and the copious volumes of blood dripping from them. Their deaths were imminent.

The darkness cascaded rapidly, seemingly at the speed of light, a speed considered slow at the grand scale, being held back by a bottleneck—the mortals.

"THIS IS IT, WE HAVE D- COUGH COUGH SPLURT I-IT I-IT WA- COUGH COUGH N-NI-CE M-ME-EETI GURGLE SPLURT Y-YO COUGH A-LL!"

"Y-YE COUGH COUGH GURGLE SOB Y-YES, I-I WILL M- COUGH M-MIX MISS YOU A- COUGH"

"I-I G-GU COUGH W-WE SOB W-WONT- COUGH B-B SE-SEEI- COUGH E-EACH OTHER SOB ITS AL- COUGH COUGH."

"T-THIS COUGH IS W-WHE- COUGH COUGH W-WE E-END HUH?"

"T-THANKS COUGH COUGH E-EVERYO- COUGH SPLURT F-FO- Y-YOUR SACR- COUGH COUGH"

The massive neon-painted cracks were now eluded by shrouding darkness, consequently wrapping Vane in a blinding veil that encompassed the infinity and beyond, assuming a speed beyond light.

ZWOOM

There was no such thing as ecstasy in Vane's mind, no pain, no despondence. He couldn't process anything.

He was utterly transfixed, but the world didn't revolve around him, as the veil of darkness, that previously enshrouded me, carried him through the eddies of space-time ripples, defying and confirming several theories about the world.

He traveled at an immeasurable speed since time immemorial, incapable of changing anything.

He was approaching my destination, a bright white light at the end of a tunnel. After an eternity, his mind was empty, and his body was shattered, but fate had other plans for him.

He neared the terminal, knowing that he had a fate to fulfill. In the grand scheme of events, Vane was merely a cog that needed to turn, to run the machinations.

So he embraced it and collided with the terminal, permeating through the bright white glow.

He had to play his part.