As Theovin continued to form the symbol with his fingers, a soft glow emanated from his hands.
The wind's melody became more enchanting, harmonizing with his movements.
His concentration deepened, his mind focused on the ancient ritual he was performing.
The symbol began to take shape, lines intertwining and connecting, creating an intricate pattern in the air.
Each movement seemed to be guided by an invisible force, as if Theovin were connecting to a higher power.
The balcony trembled again, but this time not from the wind. A faint vibration resonated through the glass, matching the rhythm of the song carried by the gusts. It was as though nature itself acknowledged the significance of the ritual being performed.
Theovin's breathing slowed, his eyes fixed on the symbol taking form before him. He could feel a surge of energy building within him, ready to be released.
