Ends of Magic

Lightning crackled ahead as the Heirs tore across the sky, dark clouds building up ahead of them. Nathan could sense the mana pooling in the thunderheads above them. This wasn’t natural weather, but something conjured into their path by a massive magical effort. The heavy overcast quickly closed off the view of the sky above, and Nathan felt a pang of loss as the night sky of Davrar was cut off once more.

Stella’s massive wind spell caused the clouds to stir wildly overhead, but failed to disrupt them. They bore a supernatural heaviness that was enough to resist being torn apart by the smaller, mobile version of the wind spell. Instead, the clouds seemed to feed on the wind, growing darker and angrier in response to the interruption.

Nathan could feel the way that the mana inside the thunderheads was moving. It was a relative of death mana and wasn’t able to directly control the elements, but it was doing everything it could to encourage a certain outcome. He bellowed a warning, making sure it was loud enough to be heard over the wind. “Lightning!”