Celia kept her eyes on Isaac, silent as the spirits continued gathering.
She could hear the whispers around her, the disbelief, the frustration, but none of it mattered.
She already knew Isaac wasn't normal.
She had known since the start.
Seeing him like this only proved it again.
Isaac's voice cut through the air at that moment.
"Create a storm."
The Zephyrs moved in unison.
Wind howled. Dark and heavy clouds gathered. The forest trembled under the sudden pressure.
Even the puppets faltered, staring up at the sky.
Two more puppets emerged in desperation, rushing at Isaac to stop him. But it was already too late.
A tornado formed above the mansion.
And then, his flames joined it.
Golden fire wrapped around the spiraling wind, merging into a roaring vortex of destruction.
The tornado descended like the anger of the sun god.
The puppets braced as their barriers shone with frantic light.
The ground trembled as though the heavens themselves had turned against the mansion.
