Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Renzo wipes his brow with a cloth, his mustache ruffled. He takes a deep breath before raising a hand into the sky. Renzo's fists glow, forming large clay gauntlets onto his hands. As he smashes one of the gauntlets into the groun, a strange prismatic barrier forms, expanding outward and outward, eclipsing the courtyard. The barrier glows with all sorts of colors and shades, and looks like a giant bubble. "Art is subjective. Such a shame that yours is not up to snuff."

Renzo activates Artistic License.