Then, everything suddenly became silent.
Zafira released the feather, It swayed slowly towards the ground, defying the gusting winds beating at Kelvin and Zafira’s faces.
When the angel’s feather touched the blood-soaked ground, the symbol she had drawn instantly sprouted flames as if the feather were a lit match and the blood were gasoline.
The bright blaze burned with the intensity of Hell itself, rain droplets turned to steam long before reaching the glow.
Zafira stood in the flames and held her fist high, she channeled simmering power into her bloody glowing hand, and with a final abhorrent shout, she slammed her fist into the ground with a strong force.
It knocked Kelvin off his feet, sending him several feet backwards.
When Kelvin climbed out of the mud, only a gentle rainfall remained as the fierce storm subsided.
The flames from the ritual were gone, leaving a charred symbol with a small crater in the center.
Kelvin walked to Zafira, the demoness was on her