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.

outward. Most of Rose’s internal aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s embrace. Each heartbeat reverberated through Rose’s grasp, the illumination growing more intense, accompanied by

a mere artifact but a fabled sphere of lightning

intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless she intervened, a perilous

Sonya, hurry! There is no time

retort unhesitating, “The timing is beyond

descending. Yet, this instance proved unparalleled. Rose’s invocation resounded,

essence, it seemed the sigil demanded more

swollen

her disquiet evident, questioned, “Is this Thunderbolt’s master no longer

The Mother of

from his lips, the Thunderbolt’s brilliance ebbed. In the next heartbeat,

expanse above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a

density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a

Lake, drawing ever nearer. Swiftly, Rose took Maria’s hand,

positioned directly above the barren, rain-soaked terrain. A bolt, massive as a bowl, descended from the

daylight materialized, thunder exploding like a barrage of detonated explosives. Simultaneously, torrents poured from the sky,

retreated. But Maria broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward

cried

was undeterred, her steps unwavering as she shouted

hold her back, urgent to

trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is here!