Rumble Rumble Rumble
Crack
A crack of radiant light tore through the gray, turbulent skies, splitting clouds into perfect halves.
The ground rumbled in response.
Mana materialized into clean, straight streams that spread across the sky, forming an organized, checkered pattern.
Thunder Thunder Thunder
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh
The clouds roared, the winds flew—it was as if the very world was expressing its emotions.
However, this emotion wasn't anger.
It was joy.
And this joy was accompanied by some sadness.
Of course, no one could understand its complex emotions.
In a small village nestled near the hills of Yrniel, a farmer paused mid-swing of his scythe as the blades of grass beneath him began to shimmer, their green color deepening as if some form of magical energy was being infused into them.
