The golden light from the completed spell had barely faded when the sky above the isolated plane began to change.
At first the darkness trembled like water disturbed by a falling stone.
Then the color of the night itself began to turn.
Black clouds slowly twisted together while a strange green glow spread across the heavens. The moon that had once hung quietly above the silent forests now looked pale and weak beneath the rising emerald light.
The air grew heavy.
Even the wind stopped moving.
Rivik was the first to notice.
His eyes narrowed as he looked upward.
"What… is that?"
Ancestor Churn followed his gaze. The old vampire's wrinkled face slowly darkened.
"That mana…"
The green glow in the sky grew brighter.
It spread across the clouds like poison flowing through veins.
