Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for Light Wizard Jay Spade.
Inside the ivory-white church building, thunder illuminated the gold-leaf-covered walls.
Beneath the sacred crystal chandeliers, a group of Pure Light Wizards stood around the central round table.
Their gazes fixed on the dark clouds flickering with lightning.
They chanted softly, releasing golden runes from the palms of their outstretched hands.
The runes fluttered like butterflies, lining up in formation, revolving around the clouds, gradually forming an inward-tightening golden halo.
"Boom..."
The clouds surged, and intense lightning appeared with deafening thunder.
Seemingly sensing the constraints of the golden halo, the wild clouds struggled momentarily.
They expanded, contracted, and several twisted flashes of lightning surged forth, striking the gilded wall but leaving no scorch marks behind.
