There’s a bright flash of light, and a swirling flood of smoke fills the air beside her, fast dissipating in the heavy rainfall to reveal a small, winged reptile carrying what appears to be a wooden revolver within its paws.

“Halt!” one of the guards cries out behind with several others in tow, beginning to gain on them in a gaggle of metallic footfalls. “What the—” one of the other guards exclaims, “How did they get that!?”

Tempest grins and holds a hand out, catching the revolver and spinning it on one finger, “I don’t feel like it darling,” she says, spinning the gun as a trail of electricity forms at its tip.

Panel 1: In the foreground, one guard crumples in place as electricity arcs across his body, and another guard rushes to his side to catch him. Beyond them, Tempest and Callisto, as well as members of the crowd, dash off into the distant streets and make their escape. Callisto watches the chaos behind them as they run.

Panel 2: From atop the wall, a guard with a fancier, plumed helmet and a cape cries out, “You IDIOTS! Don’t just stand there! GET THEM!” A flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder strikes behind him, setting the rainfall aglow.

Panel 3: “You got my wand, right?” Tempest asks

Panel 4: “O-oh, yes!” Callisto replies, turning her attention away from the scene behind them.

Panel 5: A closeup of Callisto’s free hand, glowing golden, her finger drawing strange sigils in the air. She snaps her fingers and says, a strange word in a black and gold speech bubble—“Daie.”

Panel 6: Frantic footfalls belongi

Panel 1: The vague panel from the last page is revealed to be the the draconic wings belonging to a small dragon creature that has appeared in the sky above Callisto in a flash of light and smoke, holding in her paws some sort of wooden revolver.

Panel 2: “Halt!” One guard cries out with several others in tow, their armour catching the fading light of the summoning spell. “What the—” one of the other guards murmurs, “How did they get that!?”

Panel 3: Tempest holds her hand out and grins as the little dragon approaches.

Panel 4: The dragon drops the gun into Tempest’s hand.

Panel 5: Tempest spins the gun on her middle finger, and holds her pointer finger out straight. It glows bright with lightning magic, but so too does the tip of the gun, tracing a bright arc in the air as it spins into her grasp. “I don’t feel like it darling,” she says.

Panel 7: A flurry of wings and smoke and warm glowing light.