The current version of the Cloud Spell was far bigger than what Khan had summoned on Zedekiel. His crackling, wild, dense mana hung in the sky like a bright moon that had invaded that barren planet's atmosphere, sending its light far past the quadrant's edges.
The Cloud actually did far more than that. Its destructive influence spread wherever its light shone, shattering air, symphony, and matter, raising trails of minute dust into the sky. The area right around Khan remained comparatively stable, but that was mostly due to the white landmass created through Liiza's mana.
The two black aliens stared sternly at the ominous, loud spell, their scarlet eyes struggling to endure its blinding radiance. Strangely, their energy didn't affect that thundering mana, but that wouldn't solve their problems anyway.
