The snowflakes gently falling in the air began to swirl. At first, it was slow, but in just mere moments, it became violent.
As though they knew what was coming.
Despite bleeding from countless tears in his skin, Lucifer kept his finger pointed high. It was like he couldn't tell how badly his body was being destroyed.
Gusts of wind raged around Lucifer. A tornado gradually began to form, circulating Lucifer.
The countless gemstones, both big and small, began to glow faintly. Small streams of blue mana seeped out of them, wildly swirling along with the streams of wind around Lucifer.
Maya's eyes gradually widened, then looked up at him.
Suddenly, a tiny wisp of flame formed at the tip of Lucifer's finger. It was so small, maybe even a candlelight would be larger. That flame whipped in the wind and was nearly put out on several occasions.
However, no matter how many times it seemed like it would die, the flame burned once more.
