As the spiritual energy swirled around that figure, slightly resembling a female, it's eyes glowed with an ethereal azure light, reflecting the immense power coursing through it's veins. Suddenly, the wind responded to that unmeasurable power, sweeping through the surroundings with controlled ferocity.
That figure slowly raised it's hand and it was like the heavens were trembling, the very way of the world changed. Dark clouds gathered, swirling in a celestial symphony, as lightning cracked in firmament. The raw power of the storm resonated with the figure's command, a manifestation of its connection to the cosmic forces.
The earth beneath them trembled violently as it invoked the essence of the land. Cracks formed in the ground revealing the pulsating energy beneath. The entire world was affected by the unimaginable power of that figure. But strangely, Ashmus and others, who were closest to this immense force, were completely unaffected.