The tree had appeared haunted, with its dead ashen wood and limps branches that fell down like the hairs of an ancient witch. But as the fused orb begin to whirl magic around itself, something drastically changed.
A huge rumble could be heard as the roots of the celestial tree erupted from the floor, breaking through the stones. The dense heavy clouds of storms halted in the skies but gradually swirled above the tree. They buzzed with silent hums of sparks in an ominous manner.
And just as Ezrahl closed his eyes to initiate the ritual of lifting the seal, the four hooded mages begin chants of a forgotten language. With each word that passed their lips, ancient runic characters appeared around Amphelia.
They created an array of gleaming scarlet, lines twisting and blending into a large pentagram around the tree.
