Control
In the wake of their somber rescue, Mitchelle raised her hand with a deliberate, measured grace.
Her fingers, imbued with an ancient mastery, sliced through the very fabric of reality itself.
A shimmering distortion unfurled in the air around her, its edges pulsing with an otherworldly glow.
It was as though space itself bent in reverence, warping under her command.
The air hummed with an unsettling energy, thick with the essence of unknown forces.
In an instant, the radiant cascade enveloped Anthony, the few surviving students, and herself.
It was as though they were swallowed by the very fabric of existence, a light so pure and blinding that it seemed to erase the world around them.
Each breath felt heavy with the weight of forces beyond comprehension, and the power that surged around them whispered of realms beyond mortal reach, realms where even the laws of nature bowed in deference to her will.