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Mikoto flew ahead, his body twisted midair. A moment later, he extended his arms outward in a slow motion. The air thundered violently, forming concentric rings that rippled outward from his position.
Then, it began.
The air itself convulsed, rippling as the space around Mikoto compressed into an unstable mass before exploding outward. From this violent eruption, two immense cyclones tore into existence.
The twin winds howled, the first cyclone churned with blistering black winds, streaks of red lightning arcing through it like veins. The second was a vortex of condensed destruction, the air so sharp and dense that the space within it fractured, reducing all matter caught in its grasp to mere dust.
Selwyn was engulfed. The cyclones consumed him, the winds tearing at his black armor, the pressure compressing his form as though intent on grinding his body into nothingness.
