The sky did not calm after the ninth strike.
Instead, it fractured.
Above the Divine Instrument, the tribulation clouds split apart with a deafening roar, forming two massive vortexes that rotated in opposite directions. One churned with violent wind, its currents twisting into razor-edged cyclones that shrieked like a thousand blades grinding against each other. The other condensed into a spiraling mass of pale blue frost, radiating extreme cold that crystallized moisture in the air and froze the very light around it.
Dual tribulation.
Even among grand magus breakthroughs, it was a rarity—an omen of extraordinary talent and equally extraordinary danger.
For someone who had just stepped into the Grand Magus realm, it was borderline lethal.
Fortunately, they had prepared.
From below, Emery's eyes sharpened as he studied the structure of the phenomenon.
"If those two converge," he transmitted urgently, "the resonance will multiply."
