It was too little, too late. The runes had served their purpose, and disruption wouldn't help now. The gathered energy rose into the air in the form of a glowing red orb, and was soon surrounded by a pillar of dark vapor, so tall it scraped the ceiling. Arokleth had solidifed now, standing at the base of the dark tower as it solidified into a crystalline monolith, blacker than night, wider than any normal tree and stretching from floor to ceiling. It was...unpleasant to look at, the shape of it as a whole seeming like it should be impossible according to physics. There was a pulse of energy, and the structure split apart in the center, interlocking crystal spines giving it the appearance of an opening maw, revealing a massive disembodied eye with a slitted pupil. Transparent tubes pierced through the optical organ, connecting it to both halves of the spire, and through them flowed Arokleth's blood, which Chloe had so generously spilled on the array. "Like it?" Arokleth asked the sword wielding girl, a pleased smile on her face as she looked over the hideous thing she had made. The entire construct emanated an awful feeling, as if just being near it was hazardous to one's health.