Instead of the ominous, eerie glow of the void or the pure, mystical radiance of are, indigo waves surged out from Orion's form.

  To most, the difference would be imperceptible- just another shade of blue, indistinguishable from natural magic. But uhe light of dawn and dusk, peering out at the stars, one could see it lingering on the horizon.

  As if to mark the unnatural fusion, threads of the Void's eerie purple glow and Are's mystic light blue pulsed i like veins of unstable energy.

  Sild his hen smmed abruptly into the flrunting in pain from the impact.

  The elevator lurched to a halt. Red emergency lights flickered to life and bled through the cracks of the door, illuminating the deep gashes torn into the walls where Orion's energy had shed out.

  A low, meical whine filled the air. Sparks sprayed from the overhead panels and the ourdy elevator felt frail, like a moment away from colpse.

  Looking up, Silco's good eye narrowed in rare uainty. A storm of energy that he had never seen before, powers he had ampered with- something he doesn't trol or manipute yet and could take his life in an instant.

  The hen stirred, groaning as he started to push himself up. Silediately motioned for silence, shaking his head and waving his hand in a sharp gesture. The drawbaasks- no facial expressions or movements fnals.

  "I know."

  Orion spoke finally, curt and short.

  An incredible feat was unknowingly achieved- but it required immense willpower and resilieo trol it. Arcs still danced out from him, crisping the air.

  To any mage, this dispy would've triggered a flood of questions. ins, limits, who he was and where he was from, and how he mao trol it.

  But to Orion, at this moment, there was only the storm.

  Carefully, Silchtened his uniform, eyeing up the wreckage. From an outside perspective, it could perhaps be dismissed as arical malfun.

  A bizarre act, but still in the realm of pusibility for those who cked knowledge.

  Their uniforms still cealed their identities but were burned and crisped in multiple pces.

  " you trol it?" Silco asked, his tone cautious.

  Orio answer. Instead, the arcs slowly fade until they bee nothing but soft crag under his uniform.

  "Barely. I ime."

  Silodded, his gaze shifting toward the door as the gears groaned and rattled- someone was f it open.

  "Lean on him," Silco ordered, motioning toward his hen. Bold. He had to maintain trol, even with death standing in the elevator beside him.

  The hen hesitated. His body nguage betrayed his nerves- stiff shoulders, shifti, a flicker of hesitation. Siloticed, his good eye narrowing again.

  "Do it," he anded, his voice being colder and more ominous.

  Orion, still battling with the forces within, raised his arm expetly.

  The hen swallowed but obeyed, stepping forward and allowing Orion's arm to drape over his shoulder like someone heavily wounded.

  Orio himself lean into it. He didn't want to admit it, but the support was exactly what he needed while he focused.

  Otherwise, he would be forced to release it in a wave of destructive energy.

  ((3rd oaking a mini break and tinuing))