While Azhriel was awakening
Far from where Azhriel stood absorbing mana.
"Ice?" Arianne tilted her head, curious,at the change. At the same time, Serica's eyes narrowed, locking onto a direction in the distance—the same direction Azhriel was in.
Rumble! Crack!
The sky growled. Thunder echoed, loud, deep and boisterous, as streaks of purple lightning danced across the clouds like a twisted spider web. The clouds churned, dark and heavy.
Rippel.
The air rippled—subtle, like a leaf dropped into calm water. Only Serica sensed it, her rank was high enough to feel the space itself shifting. She had just a step away from moving past the boundaries of mortals. Arianne, however, noticed none of it.
But she did notice something else.
"Huu," she exhaled a cold breath. "Serica, what the hell is happening?" she asked, her voice slightly tense. The chill in the air deepened. Arianne hugged herself, rubbing her arms as she shivered. Her breath coming out in white.
