On the stroke of midnight, the moon became brighter and reflected directly on the pond’s centre. It rippled on the surface like a wavering image, and soon started to submerge in the fog of black rising onto the water. Within seconds, all five Energy Gods surrounding the pond took on their original forms, their eyes fading into a vibrant red glow.
The wind picked up, chilling my bones to the core, and us spectators huddled a certain distance away to avoid disrupting the action. The night sky churned slowly, forming a dark, purplish funnel with dull flashes of light emanating from beyond the clouds. In par with the sky, the water churned in the same direction, moving with some sort of current running through its rapids.
A familiar image appeared in my head as I watched the magic. I had a d
