81 Red Lightning

The clouds swirled within about a kilometer radius, the Lightning Tiger at the center.

Winds died, and there was silence. Only the crackling of lightning could be heard.

"Is there no limit to how stronger she would get?"

"I'm pretty sure that this must be her final move."

The two men commented as they watched Moira using the White Hour, hurling visible white curving light streaks that sliced everything in its path, yet it didn't affect as soon as it became as near as ten feet around the white beast's area.

There was an invisible force that made everything near her dodge her as if she wasn't there.

"Argh!"

Moira waved the White Hour once more, and a slightly white light with a flaring aura didn't disperse until it reached about two feet near the tiger.

"It worked?"

"Keep doing that!"