The air outside the Archivum was unlike anything Emily, Aiden, and Mira had ever felt. It was heavy, alive with a new intensity that tingled at their skin and vibrated through their bones. Magic, once contained and subtle, now flowed freely around them, filling the world with an overwhelming energy. The sky above was painted with swirling colors, streaks of violet, gold, and crimson clashing together in patterns that shifted and changed before their eyes. The horizon itself seemed to ripple, the boundaries of reality bending and warping as if the very fabric of existence was reknitting itself.
Aiden took a deep breath, his gaze scanning the horizon. "So... this is what we've unleashed," he said, his voice laced with awe and apprehension.
Emily nodded, her eyes wide as she took in the chaos unfolding around them. "It's more than I expected," she admitted. "I knew the seals held back power, but I never imagined it would be like this."
