Kaelith
Before anyone could move, I already knew what was coming.
I could feel it.
The tremble in the air. The fracture in the magic pressure.
Lana—
The light in her hand flared again. Brighter. Far too bright.
And then—
BOOM.
Her magic exploded across the altar with a force even I hadn't anticipated.
A shockwave of raw, untamed energy surged from her body—pure, wild, uncontrollable.
The air ignited into heat, shattering the ceiling glass, hurling anyone who stood too close—including that bastard Lucen.
I was forced back two steps, arms raised against the blast, the magic slicing like blades of light.
Lana's hair lifted—wild and weightless. Her eyes glowed deep gold.
Her white gown... no longer just a dress. It looked like celestial armor, forged for war, gleaming in the storm of magic swirling around her.
The ground beneath the altar cracked open.
The skies over Abyssal Hollow groaned in protest.
Everyone recoiled. Nobles, citizens—even the fearless demon guards.
