"You... need... to maintain... energy output... here..."
"...Sacrifice... only then... can you break through... and leave…"
The voice came through hoarse and rough, passing intermittently.
Sirius nodded slightly, his voice like metal colliding, carrying a bit of a rasp, "I understand."
The ripples were still ongoing, while the shadowy figure slowly faded away.
Sirius retracted its gaze, and behind it, a throne rose slowly from the ground. It sat there, exuding a terrifying oppression before calmly observing this world.
The reactor on its chest was slowly working, and if one looked carefully, they would notice that this entire continent was made up of a large number of energy stones, being drawn by it and maintaining energy output through a ritual connected to the ripples.
Though it could not leave this place, in reality, a large amount of information was being transmitted from places far away.
