A cataclysmic event.
That was the one way to fold up the result of what was about to occur.
The damage that would be born from the mixture of abominations of destruction.
Skills threatening to flatten the entire Academy in a single breath. Never-ending vibrations of the air. Static energy trembling with a powerful decree.
Unable to be calm.
Impossible to be controlled.
Simply a rage meant to conquer.
It spelt doom. It spelt destruction. It spelt damnation.
And Thalia knew this. More than anyone.
The safety of the students. The Lecturers. The Academy's existence. Everything depended on them at this moment.
'Well, not us per se….' Her lips curled into a tight smile as she looked up.
There, she stood. The lilac-haired. Dark Mana enveloped her like a second skin. An armour meant for attack and not defence.
The energy that radiated from her and the talisman she held.
There was something unusual about that piece of paper.
