"Time to release the built-up mana. I just hope... they will not be scared enough to cancel the selections."
Cael took a deep breath and began to circulate the mana inside his body, matching his own wavelength with the mana that surrounded him.
The air in the clock tower grew still. The moonlight seemed to dim.
After a few minutes of trying, he succeeded. His mana bent and blended with the ambient energy of the world around him.
He was no longer separate from the mana; he was part of it.
Cael had a crazy plan.
If he succeeded, the problem of the wraith invasion would be gone.
The vision would not come true. The stadium would not fall. The corpses would not pile up.
But there were consequences.
But Cael did not care. Even if he thought about them, his actions would save countless lives.
That was enough.
Cael mobilized all his built-up mana. From his toes. From his hands. From his bones, his nerves, his vessels.
Every reservoir in his body emptied into his chest.
