The sky over Forest City was no longer a celestial canopy; it had become a boiling, incandescent ocean of raw energy. Even from the safety of the school grounds, miles below the epicenter of the confrontation, the students of the Spirit Martial Academy could feel the atmospheric pressure shifting. The air grew heavy and parched, tasting of burnt oxygen and metallic ozone. It was a terrifying demonstration of what happened when the pillars of The Grand Dominion decided that words were no longer sufficient.
Leo Shaw stood at the edge of the shattered administrative balcony, his eyes narrowed as he tracked the three streaks of light cutting through the clouds. To a normal human, they were mere blurs of color. To Leo, with his newly evolved Spirit-Forged Body and the heightened perception of
