Curse

Wild fluctuations of red-violet aura surged around Leonel. A towering tornado of Force swirled around his body, bronze Runes flickering into existence across his skin. 

The little mink woke from his nap, low growls standing its hair on end. 

At that moment, everyone's sights focused toward the same direction. With how high up Leonel's shuttle had been, he was nothing but a faint black dot in the sky. But, there was no denying the surge of energy coming from that direction. Even those without the ability to see so far could feel the changes. 

Leonel's shuttle morphed into a surfboard, streaking down from the clouds as though a meteor crashing toward the earth.