Davis watched the dark crimson clouds churn, turning more purplish-black by the second.
'Wait… the heavens are not going to unleash apocalyptic flames, are they…?'
Davis was confused.
The skies indeed looked like they had the color of apocalyptic flames, but the aura certainly didn't feel like that. Instead, it had a different feel to it, as though it was ethereal, like a cosmic dance of energy, playing to heaven's rumbling cacophony.
Nonetheless, Davis couldn't understand why this was happening.
