As Aurora proceeded with the summoning ritual, they watched in edgy silence while she deftly arranged candlelights in the room for the summoning ritual of Angel Michael.
Absorbed in what she was doing with pure concentration, she extended a hand toward the floor and her lips moved softly. With a voice like the gentle breeze, she whispered barely audibly incantations, as she invoked Angel Michael into their midst.
With her delicate fingers, she drew sigils in the air, patterns of pure light that shimmered and danced around the air like ethereal fireflies.
Arcane symbols materialized on the floor, etched onto the ground with an iridescent glow in the pattern of a pentagram.
As the incantation flowed from her lips, the very essence of nature trembled at the summoning force of a celestial being.
