Calium

— the uppermost circle, and from that sphere a massive beam of light fires below, growing stronger and brighter with each circle it passes through, until soon it is able to rain directly down upon The Family's bastardized version of Crocus.

— imagination. "We pray to the sacred light..." All she needs is to envision the moment of impact, the enaction of the spell, and once that instant flashes across her mind, she's able to produce it here and now. "Release, Etherion!" A great sphere of light gathers at —

— exertion, and she's breathing heavily and sweat begins to bead upon her forehead. Yet her focus remains ever steadfast on the images transferred by her spellbook into her mind, and she channels everything into making this spell actualized, and not just a figment of her —

— circles, but Yuki is doing this on her lonesome. While her goggles let her do this singlehandedly, only needing the visualization in her mind from the words on the page to be able to cast a spell, all of this is still coming from a single person. Her teeth are gritted from —

— compounding over top each other and aligning in a vertical pillar, all centered above New Crocus, and with the castle being Yuki's main focus. The great weapon usually requires dozens of mages employed by the Council to funnel all varieties of Magics into the different —

— fill her mind with images as she visualizes the beginning steps of the Satellite Square—and with her goggles, they grant her the ability to turn those visualizations into reality. From the very far reaches of the globe, magic circles begin to form by the hundreds, —

— suspended in the air in front of her as the pages begin to rapidly turn as she finds the passage with the transcribed magic to begin casting. She claps her hands together in front of her chest, eyes darting across the pages to read each section of the spell. The words —

She snickers in return, looking up from her tome and nodding her head. "They were so mad too, but when I had the only surviving record of it after The Council was destroyed by Tartaros, suddenly they changed their tune. Heheh.." The book soon lifts out of her hands, —