"The winds of the world gather, endless power converges, coming from the Abyss Hell, originating from the Holy Mountain Heavenly Realm."
"Arcane power descends, all bow in submission, absolute defense, left hand! Left arm!"
Lynch trembled violently all over, as a plume of smoke appeared out of thin air at his feet, rising upwards, causing the corners of the mage's robe to flutter constantly. His body sometimes emitted light, like the sun burning before his eyes; at other times it turned to darkness, as if gazing into the lightless depths of the abyss. Lynch lowered his head, looking at nothing. Yet no one could deny the power surging from him now, an oppressive power.
