Purple light gathered and shattered the stone floor, bursting upward. The roof collapsed with a rumble, revealing the cloudy sky outside. The light continued and smashed into the shield around Vorgaelor, screeching loudly as it refused to collapse under the intense force.
Vorgaelor smiled, his eyes cold. "How are you here, old man? You should not be. The rule of this world is against it!"
The old man's voice was like metal rubbing against metal. It made the ears throb. "Rules and laws can be bent, Vorgaelor. You should know this. And is it not what you are doing?"
Vorgaelor seethed. "Why now? I can give you the artifact. Just go."
The old man continued to stride forward as if the shield in front of him was made of water bubbles. He pressed against the green-tainted force covering the altar with his right hand and then he pressed, pushing his hand forward.
