The crystal ceiling's resonance was reaching dangerous levels, vibrating with such intensity that rainbow fractures began spreading across its surface like a kaleidoscope having a nervous breakdown.
The competing magical energies created a symphony that defied both physics and good taste.
"This is definitely not how ancient evil is supposed to announce itself," Samantha muttered, watching as the Phoenix delegates had begun unconsciously swaying to the rhythm, their flames flickering in time with the supernatural beat.
Luna's eyes were scanning the crowd with predatory focus, her centuries of experience cutting through the absurd chaos to identify the real threat. "They're using the musical confusion as cover," she said, her voice barely audible over the cosmic mariachi fusion. "Soul harvesters will try to separate and disorient their prey before—"
