The scroll unfurled with a crackle of soul energy. The ground lit up beneath Azrael's feet as the elder muttered, "Begin awakening."
A torrent of light wrapped around Azrael's tiny frame. The other children held their breath as arcs of energy crawled up his arms like living electricity.
Then—
BOOM
A burst of black lightning exploded upward, slamming into the ceiling and cracking it. A dark orb hovered behind Azrael, with intense lightning sparks dancing all over it.
The elder staggered back, eyes wide, voice trembling. "Celestial grade…! This is… A celestial-grade Arcana spirit?"
As Gasps filled the hall, the elder murmured under his breath. "I must inform the clan immediately."
Azrael didn't understand any of the commotion. He simply stared at the black orb hovering behind him—feeling it hum like it recognized him, like it was alive.
The scene twisted again, to a week later.
Now the sky was bleeding water.
Rain thrashed the streets.
