Tension hung like a pint of water frozen in mid-air. Stale and motionless, yet, threatening to cause a whole mess of destruction.
The wind swirled, and thunder echoed in the skies. The black canvas of the night blocks the luminance of the glowing moon.
Despite the darkness that crept over the Roofs of the Homeric Academy for Gifted Children, the night wasn't completely left in its obsolete blackness.
What stood apart were the vibrant colours of elemental explosions. Mana surged in the air like a rocket exhaust, infringing the motion of the wind.
It swirled haphazardly. Spreading chaos while the voices of battle picked up into the air.
Collisions. Strikes. Fists stained in blood. Bodies burning with adrenaline. A surge of madness frantically blinded them into a fit of red. It was a madhouse. A desperate attempt to overthrow the other.
Words ran deep, and actions deeper.
Amelia ran through the battlefield. Or what comprised it.
