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.

aura was drawn into the thunder sigil’s embrace. Each heartbeat reverberated through Rose’s grasp, the illumination growing more

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

intensifying luminescence in Rose’s grasp. Unless

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

unhesitating, “The timing is

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, as if arbitrating

seemed the sigil demanded

the sky’s obscurity had swollen to

this Thunderbolt’s master no longer the Young

radiance still intensified, and strained to answer, “It appears so. The Mother of Pu’er stirs. The Thunderbolt, a fragment of her essence, now

next heartbeat, an imperceptibly potent energy burst forth from it, hurtling toward

above churned with unprecedented velocity. Then, a cacophony unfurled—thunderclaps, a network of lightning

and density. As though Rose’s lightning had ignited a performance,

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

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

daylight materialized, thunder exploding like a barrage of

broke away, heedless of her drenched state, sprinting toward the spot where the

cried

undeterred, her steps unwavering as she shouted over the

hold her back, urgent to keep her safe,

voice trembled, her affirmation resolute. “She is