Forge a peace.
You raise both hands to the air, and your racing mind intuits the words you need for what could be your final spell.
"Aionia kataigida, nihilo! Revelabit caeli!
Lightning strikes your left hand, jolts through your body, and courses out the other hand, back to the sky. You begin to channel negative energy from the dark sun as well, mixing it with the electrical arc so that it spirals around the bolt traveling to the sky. The smell of something burning—perhaps yourself—fills the air, and you can feel all your hair stand on end even as it is singed off.
Pain racks your body. The power is consuming you from the inside and out.
But you can see the sky above you begin to part, revealing stars.
"Foo, what are you doing?" Sam shouts. "Don't!"
ABSOLUTE FAITH. SEE MY PROMISE IN THE STARS ABOVE.
1.With absolute faith, I'll clear the sky once and for all.
2.I won't risk death. I continue the spell, but I wouldn't say I have "absolute faith."
3.Listen to Sam and end the spell.