The Patriarch, Beta

Lua rose up from the rubble, with four of the ethereal arms surrounding him. Gamma was terrified as the rumbling came to a close, and the room finally stopped collapsing around them. They could see the clear sky from above.

Cold breeze sweeped in from the snow around them, and the snowflakes began to fall upon the two boys. Although Lua was indifferent about the situation, for unknown reasons, Gamma looked like he could flop dead at that moment. He was looking straight up, all the blood drained from his face.

Although I took control of his spell, that is no reason for him to be this horrified. He's afraid of something.. Lua's instincts were telling him to run as fast as he could, but he just couldn't understand why. Yet he relented and left the secure protection of the arms as he ran as fast possible, breaking away from the range of the spell.