Chapter 52: The Wings of the Butterfly
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March 6th, early morning.
Blood Moon City.
Brilliant golden light spilled over the city that was built alongside the mountain.
Two towering spires pierced into the sky, sending out relentless surges of mana, spreading in all directions.
The pristine white walls of the towers were meticulously etched with complex magical patterns, shimmering with a lustrous glow as magic power flowed through.
Several swift birds dashed towards them, attempting to fly past the towers.
With a snap, a dance of silver lightning instantly erupted, precisely enveloping the fast-flying birds.
Before they could even shriek, the birds were scorched black by fatal bolts of lightning and spiraled down to the ground.
The birds, each less than half a pound, thudded onto the dust-covered ground, dead as dead could be.
Two nimble small figures emerged from the dark corner of the alley, seizing the charred birds before anyone else arrived.