The rumble of events above the city continued to surge, capturing the gaze and attention of every inhabitant exploring the streets. Nearly all the residents of Grimoir tilted their faces towards the darkened sky, witnessing the dance of illuminated lightning and feeling the fierce gusts of wind that swept through. Some individuals no longer dared to stand beneath the open sky; they retreated, wary of the potential birth of a violent storm.
"What does this mean?" murmured a 14-year-old boy named Nicho.
Like the other inhabitants of the city, he couldn't divert his gaze from the sky. The lightning continued to twirl and sway, as if endlessly reflecting in the heavens. For someone possessing special abilities, this sight was akin to an unforgettable performance. After all, how could such a natural phenomenon occur so spontaneously? Unconsciously, a faint smile crept onto his face, a surge of excitement coursing through him.
