The world held its breath.
Two mystical presences—as different as heaven and hell, the divine and the profane—collided with a simple smile.
And then... the AURAS exploded.
The ground shook as if the very heart of the world had suffered a spasm. The sky trembled, rippling with unnatural colors. Reality creaked like a mirror cracking from within.
KRAAAAAAASH!!!
The magical discharge was a living, brutal, uncontrollable force.
Dozens of witches were thrown into the air like leaves in a hurricane. Market stalls were reduced to rubble. Potion bottles shattered in colorful explosions. Rare ingredients were thrown into the wind like confetti from the apocalypse. Ancient tomes spun in the air before exploding into mystical flames or teleporting away out of instinct for survival.
