Searching for the Truth (1)

The butterflies seemed to freeze in place as Aether's voice echoed in the circular chamber. Their erratic fluttering was nowhere to be seen when they started moving once more. They gathered at the centre of the room, around him, circling him slowly.

Aether raised his chin and shot a death glare at the Herald. "Did you really think you could control them?" He pointed at the ground. "Destroy the circle and disrupt the mana!" He commanded with a clear voice.

The butterflies rushed to the ground, landing along the circle. The Herald's expression twisted, he clenched his fists, but said nothing. 

Aether waited as the spirits' power began to erode the magic circle around him. He could already feel the barrier placed between him and his power weaken. Just a little bit more, and all this would be over.