C33 Sufi's Gratitude

Guan Hao's sweat seeped into his shirt, his blue tie looked shiny under the red of his sweat, and his hair started to flutter up. Guan Hao's sweat seeped into his shirt, and his blue tie looked shiny under the red of his sweat.

The profound light from the magic slowly dissipated, and some of the lower weights in the room were blown by the tornado, falling to the side and becoming a mess