''Let there be light," he whispered. "And let there be ash."
After that, the combo spell began to take shape.
Golden mana surged from Gabriel's core, flowing up through his arms, his palms, his fingertips. It siphoned a full quarter of his gigantic mana pool—a cost that would have killed any ordinary archmage, yet only made Gabriel's smile widen. Above him, the sky answered.
Thunder.
RUMBLE!
Not a gentle rumble, but a deep, guttural roar that shook the floating island to its foundation.
The red clouds that choked the heavens began to churn violently, twisting into spiraling vortexes.
''!!!!"
The sky itself seemed to howl—a long, mournful wail as if reality were suffering, as if the dungeon were crying out in protest against the power being unleashed upon it.
Every monster on the island felt it.
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
