Lugh let out a slow hum, the paper in his hand crinkling under the slight pressure of his fingers. It turned out human magic society wasn't as dark and solemn as he had expected.
...
A massive storm raged outside, the sky an endless churn of black and violet. Visibility was reduced to almost nothing. The only source of light was the dull glow of a three-pronged magic circle, etched into the stone beneath them like a burning brand.
Lugh stood with one leg braced against a glowing point, Lyra clinging to another, her long auburn hair whipping about in the shrieking wind.
"Aldric, what are you doing?! Come on!"
Her voice tore through the roar.
"I'm sorry"
Aldric shouted back, his voice ragged, his robe snapping violently around him,
"But I'm not leaving this place!"
"What?!"
Lugh could feel it now, his mana was draining at an insane speed, his limbs slowly grew heavy and sluggish.
