Violet lightning struck right at the apex of Dark Azazel's spear blade, focusing on it with great intensity. The Great Elder narrowed his eyes with a frown, curious about what Aaron was doing.
Aaron took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. His left hand released Dark Azazel's spear and let it fly into the thunderous vortex of black clouds. The magical boom grew stronger, and purple light began to dominate the thunderous cloud.
The Great Elder and Gunther sensed something dangerous in the rumbling purple cloud. Not wanting to take any chances, the two activated their best-shielding magic, bringing it up right before them.
The Great Elder brought forth a projection of a castle with large, thick walls, manifesting his thoughts and talents. The image was so huge that it was enough to protect those around him.
