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[sub][@Nanaya][@Psyker Landshark][@Sifr][@Estylwen][/sub][/center]
It was like looking into a heart of a furnace.

The moment the dome shattered, Otis narrowed his eyes to shield his gaze from the heady heat. Even from this distance, it was enough to be irritating. For Ciara and Iraleth, who had been cooking inside that oven? Their Personal Barriers must have suffered a heavy tax too, just to protect them from such an environment. And now, it was that same environment, that strange ability, that was intensifying ever-further. The ignition point was coming soon, certainly. Chloe, stubborn and unrelenting, was already aflame. The others, dangerously close to that flaming sword, would soon find themselves aflame as well.

And once that happened, it would truly be over.

But that moment, that end, would not come pass, for Otis remained above them all. A bird's eye view. A mage's cold perception. A creator's understanding of natural laws. Within this world of void, lacking in environmental essence, he stood upon the Heavens, unmarred by the conflicts of man. There was only one line left.

[b]"Show me wonders of this world."[/b]

A Door opened, and from that Door came [i]clouds[/i]. Clouds thick with moisture, clouds heavy with promise. They manifested directly overhead, constructs of Ethos that possessed all the essence that the rest of this world did not. What birdfolk beastkin did not have a love of the skies? What child had not stared upwards and wondered at the enormity of summer clouds? Whom could claim that they were never interested in the slightest in the subjects of meteorology, that which took the instincts and intuition of farmers and shepherds and turned that into knowledge, recorded in notes and graphs? Rainclouds overhead, and the thermal updraft from the Instructor's own ability, rising up to meet it!

Otis's eyes shone bright, his hands plucking at the constellations of essence seeded within his atmospheric creation, feeding and accelerating cycles upon cycles.

He had hoped, once, to solve the anomaly of Rekordia's weather with this creation. Hoped to bring life to those burning deserts, to deliver storm upon storm upon storm. But water upon sand just created deluge, and flash floods simply stripped what little nutrition remained away from the soil. And there wasn't enough essence in that empty land anyways, to sustain such a project.

Here, however, he needed not such things.

All he needed was for those clouds, Cumulonimbus calvus, to burst.

And at Otis's command, they did, a miracle of rain performed in a heat that surpassed the summer haze.