87 Fake

Flashes of electrical discharge danced, in a beautiful, yet, deadly tune. Thunder boomed as beads and ribbons of radiance crossed the darkened sky before lightning rained down on the earth like a meteor shower. There was a sudden increase in pressure and temperature within the oracle as the sky continued to wreak havoc to the ground below.

For a while, there was nothing but sharp, loud crack, to a long, low rumble echoing in the place, until Ara released the seal, and the chaos came instantly to a halt.

Silver-grey eyes watched as the clouds slowly retreated, revealing the starry, night sky. It was as if the earlier anarchy had never happened.

A long pair of legs slowly slipped on the ground as Ara slumped, her body fatigued from the earlier commotion. She searched for the monsters, but all five of them – including the first one she had killed were fried.

Uh-oh…