The emotions inside were just to much to keep calm. The rage inside enveloped his mind body and soul; he was losing control and bound to deal a heap of damage. His eyes went black and his body limp; like the dead rising from the grave it almost seemed like he levitated. A bright red glow emitted from from his fingertips and and where they pointed a flame sparked. Small spits of fire grew into bigger embers collecting and rising inch by inch. There was no way to reach him; voices are muted and a force field emerged. Suddenly the red light turned dark and he dropped to the floor. Nothing like this has ever happened before this was not in the prophecy nor the history books. I do not know what will become of him but let us continue to chant and share out magic we will put this commotion to rest. We do not know what this power is or where it came from let alone how to control it but the guild will figure it out and disperse this dark and growing light.