The air shuddered.
Eliv's aura surged, the realm convulsing with elemental rage. The very myst of the world warped around him, howling in protest or submission—it was hard to tell. Water spiraled from the boiling streams nearby, condensing into blades and spears. Lightning cracked across the sky, not summoned, but commanded. Stone rose in jagged pillars beneath his feet, forming a small fortress of defense, and wind coiled around his form like a divine cloak—ready to lash out at the slightest command.
A Grand Primordial in full fury.
Galen simply blinked, his face unreadable. Then he yawned.
That single act made Eliv snap again. He roared, slamming his palms together. "Elemental Dominion: Worldbreaker Wrath!"