The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Maria’s words ignited a spark within Rose as well!

He found himself captivated by the many coincidences unfolding before him.

How had this mysterious dark cloud suddenly descended, casting an eerie shroud over them all?

Why did the dark cloud reflect the unsettling image of quivering hexagrams?

Why did it lack the usual accompaniment of thunder and lightning?

And why had it chosen to manifest exactly where the Mother of Pu’er had faced her tragic failure?

Moreover, he had just harnessed the lightning-scarred wood born from the Mother’s failed tribulation, birthing an entirely new thunderous power. A confluence of enigmatic elements left him grappling for answers, and only Maria’s conjecture provided a solution that could reconcile all uncertainties.

With this realization unfurling within, Rose blurted out resolutely, “Then, I shall beckon forth a tempest for the brooding skies!”

Maria’s enthusiastic nod was laden with anticipation as she proclaimed, “The Mother of Pu’er and the loyal servant stand beside. A favorable chance beckons, and God watches over. Your efforts are abetted!”

Drawing forth the Thunderbolt, Rose held it in his palm, his gaze steadfast upon the deepening, thickening black cloud overhead. With a breath that concealed the suppressed aura, he invoked the incantation in his heart.

And then, with unswerving determination, Rose cried out, “Let thunder strike forth!”

From his very being surged chi that coursed through the eight extraordinary meridians, torrentially surging into the Thunderbolt clasped in his hand.

thunder sigil radiated an inner brilliance, its luster permeating outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the

the Thunderbolt seemed transmuted, not a mere artifact but a fabled sphere of lightning seen in science

spectacle. Instinctively, she apprehended the intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp.

cried out on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There is no

unhesitating, “The timing is beyond my

invoked thunder, clouds would gather, and the sky would resound with its roars, with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this

essence, it seemed the

had swollen to a

disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s master

so. The

Thunderbolt’s brilliance ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy

Mandra, his Reiki dissipating in a crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning reminiscent of entwined roots, fracturing

As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial

Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose

halted, the storm’s heart positioned directly above the barren, rain-soaked terrain. A

like a barrage of

broke away, heedless of her

cried

was undeterred, her steps unwavering as she shouted over the storm, “I

back, urgent to keep her safe, “Who?

voice trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is here! I think