The moment the words left Sorin's lips...
The entire sky above the training grounds darkened.
The peaceful currents of wind that had once circled the arena transformed into a raging tempest.
The defensive formations engraved into every wall immediately blazed with brilliant light.
High above the battlefield, Sorin stood at the center of the storm.
Her silver hair danced wildly beneath the violent winds.
Azure lightning continuously erupted from her body, illuminating the heavens with blinding flashes.
The storm surrounding her rapidly expanded.
Thirty meters...
Fifty...
One hundred...
Within moments, an enormous cyclone towered above the training ground.
Its rotating winds carried countless bolts of lightning.
Every thunderclap echoed across the capital like the roar of an ancient dragon.
The surrounding atmosphere became unbearably heavy.
Even the mana throughout the palace grounds became chaotic.
