He clapped his hands... the sound split the penthouse like a gunshot — a single percussive crack that ricocheted off marble, glass, and vaulted ceiling and returned from every surface at once.
The air obeyed and two vast magical circles erupted into existence.
One behind him. One before him... both monstrously big.
They rose from floor to ceiling in twin rotating discs that swallowed his body whole and stretched wall to wall, encompassing the entire penthouse in their slow, grinding revolution.
Each circle measured fifteen feet across, spinning in opposite directions so their counter-rotation produced a low harmonic drone that vibrated in the teeth, in the chest, and in the small bones behind the ears.
