Maxwell Arrival Volume 7

And perhaps having heard her low mutter, the bonfire in the Palace rose higher with a flare that seemed to be in response to her call.

The fiery violent winds that scattered the jet-black pieces of paper seemed to have its own consciousness as it started to swirl and narrow into a funnel. And that was the form of Maxwell’s [Astral Gate].

The fiery vortex transformed into a huge tornado that rampaged in the Palace. Finally, a figure appeared on the opposite side of the blaze and gave a snap of the fingers.

“Summon, Phrase Gate!”

The theatrical voice stole the heat from the blaze in an instant and encased it in ice.