Chapter 445
A storm approached them. Karl, the headmaster of the ALA, couldn't take his eyes off what was causing those strong gusts of wind.
A sphere. No more than the size of a man, or maybe a little more, formed at the hands of the young man who was clearly struggling to control it, making it so that the black sphere would follow his instructions, or at least the general direction.
And what was that general direction?
No one needed to be told.
"Defensive positions! Fire at that thing! No one holds back!" Karl yelled, relaying his instructions while he stood up, ignoring his injuries that were yet to be healed, and raised his hands...
"Oh, god of lightning! May your reign be eternal and your thunder roar into the hearts of our adversaries! Grant me the power of your grace!"
"Thunder Storm!"
