Azriel held out his palm in front of Adeline's chest again. His fingers were already glowing with divine light. He closed his eyes and began to chant the spells in some ancient language that Adeline did not understand.
Adeline focused her attention on the light that Azriel's fingers were emitting. She could not tell if the spell was working or not because she was not feeling any difference in her body. All she could see was that Azriel had been chanting the spell with great concentration.
Suddenly, a small orange spark flared at the tip of Azriel's fingers. Adeline watched it curiously.
That spark grew bigger as he kept on chanting. And soon, that spark took the shape of a small circle. And second by second, that circle grew bigger and bigger until it was large enough to touch the ceiling of that hall.
