The words had barely left her lips when the sky behind her seemed to inhale.
With a sharp flick of her wrist, the glowing ring Ray had given her flashed, and in the next second
Whoosh!
Millions of sheets burst forth from the ring like a storm unleashed. Colorful letters, crisp white parchments, soft pinks, gold edged scrolls, and even aged tan pages spiraled into the sky like a tidal wave. The sky over the backfield of Soladors darkened with dancing paper.
Max, Ray, Jack, and even Alina stumbled back instinctively, overwhelmed by the sudden flurry. It wasn't chaos. It was orchestration.
Lysira floated gently in the center, arms stretched as paper whipped around her in every direction. Her body spun once slowly, and the entire mass followed her like a cyclone bowing to its creator.
