BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The arena vanished.
In its place stretched a vast, deserted land of pale stone and cracked earth, empty all the way to the horizon.
There was no sky, only layers of gray clouds spinning slowly overhead like a broken ceiling. The air itself felt alive, moving even when it seemed still.
Then the wind appeared.
Not as a single storm, but as countless vortexes scattered across the domain.
Tall, twisting columns of air rose from the ground, spinning in different directions, their edges sharp enough to shear stone.
Some were thin and fast, others wide and crushing, but all of them pulled at the same thing.
Aestrea.
The moment the domain stabilized, the wind pressure slammed into his body from every direction.
His clothes snapped violently, his hair whipping back as invisible forces dragged at his arms and legs, trying to tear him off balance.
Fwwooooo!
