A thick bolt of silver lightning tore across the sky, illuminating most of Backlund's night sky.
Whether they had already gone to bed or were just starting to stay up late, everyone was shocked by the sudden lightning. They looked up, only to find the sky clear, with a bright moon and few stars.
At the Cathedral of Holy Wind, the Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake, sat upright before the Storm Emblem. He wore a black robe embroidered with symbols of the Storm and a soft cap of the same color.
The moment silver light shone through the stained-glass windows around the hall and the doors behind him, his relaxed brows knitted together. He looked toward the Storm Emblem in confusion.
"Who has angered the Storm?"
Boom!
In the Dock District, the thunder that shattered the air sounded a second after the silver lightning lit up the area.
Cyril raised a hand to pat down his slightly frazzled hair, then turned to look at the spot where Jason, the Living Household, had been.
Jason had vanished. In his place was a completely charred crater, four or five meters across, its depth impossible to tell.
Fine silver snakes of lightning darted through the charred crater, crackling as they went.
Apart from the vanished Zombie, Jason, the Wraith Steve, the Werewolf Tail, and Maric, who hadn't been very far from him, had all been caught in the blast.
They stood rigidly in place, unable to move, with little sparks of lightning occasionally shooting from their bodies.
Gulp~
Cyril swallowed even though his mouth was dry, then looked up at the cloudless sky and pursed his lips.
"Pfft, that was a little stingy. I even went out of my way to erase the name."
After a pause, he lowered his head and glanced