Bluebell's face could be seen having a deep trance. Her eyes latched onto nothing but the rock that stood in between her and the goal of utilizing the psycast field into fruition, not even really minding its existence.
Her level of focus ran deeper, as her gaze shed not a single light on the border of her vision. There was only one thing within the peripheral vision of her conscious mind.
The psycast field, and the rock.
In fact, it became too intense, that the other four usalians couldn't help but put their own psycast exercise to the side just so that they could try to see and comprehend what was going on with their aloof and silly sister.
"Hueeh, she is really going at it." Karasaki commented. "Have I been daydreaming or the day has been dreaming me as of now?"
"What you said didn't make the slightest of sense."
There was a little bit of worry and awe as they watched Bluebell ascend to a higher level of focus overtime.
Overseeing the whole event, Nagan even began to notice some abnormality.
It was unsure whether this was a good sign or not, but Bluebell seemed to be forming her own psycast field at an extremely rapid pace. It was something that Nagan hadn't seen before.
And as much as he wanted to stop the experiment to ensure that Bluebell won't be threading the unknown, there was no sign of instability within the forming of the psycast field. And as the psycast field grew, so did the body to accommodate the act of psycasting further.
"I think I'm sure that my thoughts are already connected to the psycast field…" At one point, all of the focus that Bluebell possessed had receded faster than it built up. At the same time, her frustration and anger began to escalate twice as fast. "WHY THE ROCK ISN'T BUDGING!!"
Not a moment after, an explosion of emotion made itself manifest as it tainted the reality around her into a reddish distortion.
Seeing the familiar red taint, Nagan immediately prompted the other four, "Get away from the area this instant!"
Nagan had already retracted his psycast field from everyone, yet the psychic pressure from a psycasting still remained.
The {Primal Wrath} within Bluebell began to condense around the edges of the fingers and the entirety of the rock. And as if pulling the strings attached to the tip of her fingers, Bluebell voraciously used her manifested wrath into a bridge for her newly formed psycast field to make an anchor on the existence of the rock.
Heeding it, was the rock in its motionless position, as it began to willingly twisting itself into a cathartic vortex of singularity.
Nagan didn't know that the {Primal Wrath} could be used that way. At that moment, something, somewhere inside his mind began to click as if the puzzle that he had already abandoned to be dusted on the fireside corner had just found all of the pieces to finally complete it.
Not wanting Bluebell to continue this destructive action, Nagan decided to do the same thing. By channeling all of her past frustration into one wrathful emotion, he enveloped himself with the same tainting red. Pushing against the pressure that Bluebell emitted, Nagan reached out his hand as he commenced the psycast spell was more familiar to him than he was to this new life.
To drive something into submission.
{Solstice Sign: Impel Down}
"AARRRGGHHHHH-"
Gold and red lining of chains made manifest as a giant metaphysical stakes of the same hue manifested from Nagan's psycast field, fully adorned with symbols filled with prayers and curses to lull all things within its radius into a complete halt.
Those stakes fell down, penetrating their respective target.
In just a few seconds, Both Bluebell and the abnormally forming singularity were rendered nonmalignant by the force subjected onto both of them. Fueled by the chaotic force of the {Primal Wrath}, the upgraded spell was enough to put Bluebell out of his trance, dispersing the tainting red.
No harm was inflicted onto Bluebell when the stake pierced her chest.
"W-what just happened!?" Karasaki shouted, completely stupefied in utter panic.
"That is… " Immortal Dragon Overlord was frozen for a second, before letting out all of her excitement on her face for everyone to see, "SO COOL! Argh! Why is only Bluebell able to manifest her {Primal Wrath}!?"
"Primal what??" Hopscotch then noticed that her Patriarch was still writhing on the ground, still fully covered by the tainting red.
Even though Nagan had already used his {Primal Wrath} to cast a spell that was beyond his current body capability, it wasn't enough to fully please the insatiable anguish and hatred that was fueling his scorched mind.
So before the voices could influence him any further, Nagan accumulated every piece of force that was bending and shaping every inch of his veins into his right hand.
He then unleashed all of it skyward into where the sun resides.
An expanding beam of crimson light was shot upward, piercing through the daylight sky. It's like a concentrated column of corporeal calamity ascending rapidly, momentarily emphasizing the vast expanse of the blue canvas. This direct burst of tainting red stands out against the typical daylight surroundings, striking fear to every living being near it.
The four usalians who witnessed the root of that crimson tower of destruction could do nothing but to drop their jaw, restart their brain, rethink their existence, and wondered what kind of entity was able to shoot out the equivalent of a concentrated hydrogen bomb into a straight line that was skyward to heaven.