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.

Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s embrace. Each heartbeat reverberated through Rose’s grasp,

not a mere artifact but a fabled

Rose’s grasp.

cried out on impulse, “My Sonya, hurry! There

shook his head, his retort unhesitating, “The timing is beyond my

Rose invoked thunder, clouds would gather, and the sky would resound with its roars, with lightning promptly descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation resounded, yet the Thunderbolt retained its lightning, amassing energy,

essence, it seemed the sigil demanded

the sky’s obscurity had swollen to a

evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s

and strained to answer, “It appears so. The

ebbed. In the next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth

in a crescendo. Simultaneously, the inky expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a

to amplify, lightning flaring with augmented brilliance and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance, the celestial theater now escalated its

descent upon Heaven Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand, ushering her hundreds

the barren, rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive as a bowl, descended from the cloud, impaling the

of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured from the

broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting

Rose cried out, “Wait!

undeterred, her steps unwavering as

her back, urgent to keep

Maria’s voice trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is here! I think she is