Beatrice gnashed her teeth and roared the name of her Noble Phantasm. The Mjollnir, which had slipped from her grasp, suddenly hovered into the air of its own accord, its hammerhead blazing with intense light.
Countless thick bolts of lightning surged from the hammer like angry dragons, converging toward the sky.
The previously clear sky was instantly swallowed by dark clouds. Lightning flickered within the clouds as if countless furious eyes were glaring down at the earth, brewing a terrifying storm.
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