Remu clapped her hands together and took a deep breath.
The air around her shifted immediately—heavy, crackling with magic.
Without warning, her eyes snapped open, now glowing a deep, eerie purple.
A series of strange symbols—sigils—appeared around her arms, floating like ghostly tattoos made of light.
The room went silent.
Even Lucifer, who was usually all sarcasm and snark, watched her seriously now.
Remu raised both hands into the air, and the sigils started to spin around her, faster and faster.
She began chanting, her voice low and steady, the words foreign, ancient.
It wasn't English. It wasn't even a language most of them could recognize.
"Amun valen… tora krias… niven suvar—"
The temperature in the room dropped.
Even the lights flickered like they were afraid to stay on.
A glowing purple circle formed beneath Ruka and Lucifer, connecting the two like an invisible thread.
Neither of them moved—they just stared at each other through the humming energy.
