The air trembled with the weight of clashing divinities.
In the sky-bound field that shimmered with fractured realities and floating islands of magic-infused stone, Ash and Aurora spiraled around one another like twin storms. The youngest of the quintuplets floated backwards midair, his arms folded as black-and-silver energy circled his hands. Aurora, hovering effortlessly, grinned with the kind of mischief only a big sister could master.
"Careful, Ashy, your hair's starting to look like that one time you got electrocuted playing with dad's throne—"
"That never happened!" Ash snapped, his cheeks flushed crimson. A sharp gesture from his left hand summoned a circle of ancient hieroglyphs that pulsed in pale violet light. Shadows burst from beneath him like smoke escaping the underworld.
"Tari~ taught me this too!" he declared.
