A forbidden spell

The simple chant was repeated dozens of times by Constantine and the Matriarch. All of a sudden, Aladdin felt the very fabric of space quake erratically. A summoning circle littered with a dazzling array of mysterious runes appeared in the sky.

The illumination from the runes intensified as the summoning circle began to spin. Its angular velocity snowballed until its radiance had harmonized into an utterly blinding homogeneous hue of violet.

The fire that had terrified the Section-41 mystics now looked like a mere backdrop in comparison to the dazzling radiance of the summoning circle. Amid the sound of mystified sighs from the assembled mystics, a gash of radiant light split across the visible firmament of the crimson twilight sky.

Aladdin was forced to squint his eyes to adjust to the overwhelming brightness. He stared at the summoning circle in awe and wondered how two seemingly mundane mystics could accomplish such an astonishing feat.