Noel did not move from the high ground. That alone said enough about how serious the next five minutes were going to be.
In front of him, the black sphere of "Dark Sun" kept growing, suspended in the air like a piece of night torn loose and forced into shape by sheer will. With every passing second it became denser, darker, heavier, the black fire compressed so tightly that the surrounding mana felt warped by its presence. The air near Noel no longer behaved normally. It shivered. Pressed inward. Even from far below, people could feel that something monstrous was being prepared above the battlefield.
And those five minutes were not free.
