Releasing the cap on his magic, the dozens of windows of the mansion instantly shattered into countless pieces following the swift shock wave that carried his magenta aura.
It wasn't just the mansion he occupied that suffered shattering, but the windows of the neighboring homes and establishments gave in as well.
Chaotic; that was the one best word to describe his magical pressure, manifesting in a viscous tempest, coiled with magenta lightning that caused the surrounding streets to tremble.
Taking the form of lightning itself, he moved instantaneously from within the estate, into the clouds far above, overlooking the capital as he hovered amongst the clouds.
"I see…I was in the North Sector," he whispered, standing on the air as if it were solid.
Using just a sparse amount of his electricity, he made it so that any time his eyelids attempted to blink, a small spark would force them to remain parted.
