The crimson clouds flew toward the battlefield.
The immense pressure seemed to make the sky fall.
The dark clouds rolled, blood light rippling.
Yaya soared high with wings spread, a dazzling silver light cut through the darkness, illuminating many frightened eyes.
A surging gale gathered from all directions.
The billowing clouds carried with them a humid and oppressive warmth.
Standing atop Yaya's head, Matthew raised his glowing, red Magic Wand high, a faint luminescence and electric fire appeared around him.
Boom!
Crack!
Brilliant lightning centered around Matthew and Yaya, instantly lit up within the dense clouds.
The terrifying wind and surging lightning enshrouded the vast battlefield in a misty drizzle for dozens of kilometers.
All the soldiers participating in battle couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Such power, what might!
