The next day, the wind rose.
Only when Huai Shi pushed open the stone doors of the Temple did he realize the mournful wail of the wind outside was no illusion. It roared like a passing hurricane, yet lacked the suffocating force of a storm. Streaks of grey-black wind pierced the air, swirling wantonly, countless tendrils spreading between heaven and earth. They were like drops of ink in a vat of water, refusing to disperse. Only when those grey-black wisps of wind landed on Huai Shi's shell did he feel a bone-chilling cold and hear a sharp clang, like the clash of an axe against a blade.
Sparks flew. This was the Stagnant Tide.
It was exactly as described in the internal documents of the Astronomical Society, listed alongside phenomena like the Burning Wind, Grey Rain, and Flameless Fire as one of Hell's meteorological events.
