A few seconds had passed now.
The same motion and movement carry place in a loop within those seconds.
The Elemental silver orbs streaked the skies like telepathic bullets. Leaving a trail of dismantled bodies with sparse signs of one of the four Major Elements lingering in the path.
It was quickly followed by an explosion. Then a chain of it.
Unrestrained and uncontrollable. Simply golden and silver light mixing in uneven hues of destruction.
The night sky was continuously impregnated with the blast of explosions.
Its tendrils stretch wide and far in a line of ichor, causing heads to turn their way.
The sky was filled with an uncanny brightness as a result.
Too malevolent to be the sun, yet difficult to process to be an explosion.
It felt too surreal. A blast of art sprayed against a black canvas. Of course, that canvas just had to be the horizon of the night sky.
Stretching throughout the school.
