The messenger bird flapped its wings, its dark eyes filled with magic as it flew away into the dark night sky toward the location of the ritual. In the sky magic began to gather once again, to fulfil the wish of the almighty.
The thing about having to face such a situation for Keito was that he often felt his magic as a sentinel and alive being who had been there from the start. He liked the feeling of power and authority it provided him with.
At the same time, it left him on the edge of his seat many times, like right now when the very air around him seemed to be saturated with magic and his heart was pounding with worry and conflict.
Keito hurried up as he followed the directions being provided by his magic. It was not thought to follow through, after all, just a burdensome work he had to bear with till he could meet Noah once again and hold him in his arms.
