"It's time," Aurelian breathed, his obsidian eyes snapping open, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"Huh? Wait... but it's not yet..." Eira began, a furrow stretching across her face.
Before she could finish, one of the hovering figures above rose from their meditative pose, their form coming into light.
A man dressed in a blue mage robe, with silvery-white hair trailing down his back and sharp eyebrows framing his face, stood tall.
Grasped within his right hand, an enchanted staff hovered, its frame glowing faintly with runes as it radiated a mystical aura.
Beneath him, now that Aurelian looked closer, was a plaque of some sort. A mystical artifact, likely the source of their ability to levitate.
His thoughts were cut short as the man raised his staff and slammed it down upon the plaque, generating a sonic blast that rippled through the crowd, drawing every gaze to him.
