Ayu lifted a hand to his face, placing his fingers into his mouth, and blew out a sharp, piercing whistle that echoed loudly.
The high-pitched sound cut cleanly through the stagnant air of Ter, vibrating against the surrounding stone buildings before fading away into the distance.
For a few seconds, absolutely nothing happened. The street remained entirely quiet, and the heavy, awkward silence stretched between the group as Yuan and Varis nervously shifted their weights, wondering what the magus was trying to accomplish with a simple whistle.
Suddenly, a loud, ear-splitting caw echoed violently in the air above, the sheer force of the cry carrying a powerful acoustic pressure that made the windows of the nearby houses rattle.
High above their heads, the thick, gray clouds that had been blanketing the town parted rapidly, torn asunder by a sudden disturbance in the upper atmosphere.
