Heavy wind blew, sending the dust away from the collapsed building.
At the center of the building, where large wood had piled, a ring of air gushed out at full speed, blasting the wood and sending it flying across the land.
Slowly, Yung Mai erupted from the ashes with his brother's blood still warm on his arms.
A yellowish glow brightened around him as the sun's rays shone bright on the staff held tightly under the fingers of his left arm.
When he cracked his eyes open and took his first step, the ring of wind returned and spiraled around him.
Meanwhile, Lena stood there, forgetting how to close her mouth as she stared in Yung Mai's direction.
She shook her head once, twice, then blinked.
Surprisingly, she saw Yung Mai standing in front of her, almost as if time stopped the moment her eyes closed for that one second.
