Boom!
A tremendous roar, like a thunderstorm, rang out of nowhere above the underground plaza. At the same time, a blinding white light flashed through the dim underground space.
The followers of the God of Weather, who were performing a ritual around the altar in the center of the plaza, all froze. The violent roar and dazzling light briefly left them deaf and blind, plunging the scene into chaos.
A sobbing wind sprang up next, carrying the thick white mist into every corner of the underground plaza.
Amid the mist whipped by the gale, a sheet of paper drifted down onto the altar.
On its front was a blurry figure standing atop dense clouds, surrounded by lightning and howling winds. Waves churned beneath its feet, making it look like a tyrannical king inspecting his domain.
Snap!
A faint, unreal snap of the fingers sounded. Silver-white lightning danced across the paper, and the blurry figure surrounded by wind, lightning, and waves came to life.
Silver-white lightning crackled across the page. The figure, both tyrannical and imposing, seemed poised to step out amid the flashing bolts.
Whoosh!
The next second, a spear wreathed in purplish-blue flames appeared out of nowhere and pierced it through.
In an instant, the tyrannical figure that had come to life on the paper—and the paper itself—turned to ash.
Then, the howling gale swept the thick mist from every corner up to the highest part of the underground plaza. A streak of lightning flashed through it, and the mist abruptly darkened into oppressive, heavy storm clouds, as if rain were about to pour.
In front of the altar at the very center of the underground plaza, a handsome man with Red Hair in a black cloak cast a sharp gaze toward the shadowy area where Cyril and Tobias