The silhouette of a shrieking woman manifested behind the aged man, yet the voice of the Wind Element Energy remained silent this time. Mel spectated the forged phenomenon deploying vigilance; it constituted a rare opportunity slipping into his grasp to witness what commanding dominion over an element genuinely dictated.
"I would pose the inquiry regarding what wind hurled you here, yet I possess intelligence that orchestrating this devoid of your permission proves an impossibility. Did expanding my population across the Daylight Forest foster unrest within you?"
The Heir abstained from mutating his style of speech even though his life remained under peril. The stance of the aged man remained identical; dictating Mel to assume a seated position via a gesture, he drew a colossal breath. Across that second, a vacuum impact forged within the perimeter encapsulating them; the Wind Element compressed and mutated into a barrier encasing the duo.
