Nalant was helpless. For the time being, he could only interact with his sixth Daughter of Luck in an almost commanding manner.
"Annie, show us the power of your awakened talent!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Annie immediately began to unleash her talent.
She closed her eyes, held her hands out at her sides, and turned her palms upward.
Specks of white light appeared above her palms and drifted toward the sky.
The light specks were sparse, so sparse that they would have been impossible to see from a distance.
Yet once those specks gathered in the sky, the cloudless heavens suddenly began to change.
"Ah, my lord, those clouds are moving so fast!"
Several clouds visibly drifted in from the horizon, heading straight above the castle.
Little Sherry, Vivian, and the others stared dumbfounded, their round eyes brimming with disbelief.
Those lofty white clouds had always been, in their minds, the dwelling place of gods—or something only gods could command.
But now, watching those little white clouds race one another as they gathered, they felt that Annie's talent was far nobler than their own.
Nalant was equally astonished.
As a transmigrator, the nine years of compulsory education he had received had taught him the basic principles behind cloud formation.
Yet Annie could truly control the weather like this. It was terrifying.
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Annie continued casting, while the clouds in the sky arrived above the castle one after another.
However, once they reached the castle, the clouds automatically merged into two cloud masses. Moreover, the white clouds turned into dark storm clouds.
And the two dark clouds continued gathering...
Crack!
Rumble!
The next moment, when the two dark clouds were close enough to touch, a dazzling arc of electricity suddenly flashed across the sky.
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