Balrog stopped launching discrete attacks. He began to dominate the environment. He spun, his arms wide, and summoned a Grand Vortex. The air in the entire chamber began to rotate, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pulling at Kaelen, trying to drag him off his feet and into the grinding maw of the cyclone.
Kaelen's serene expression finally tightened. He couldn't deflect this. He had to contest it. He planted his feet and raised his hands, palms facing the swirling maelstrom. He wasn't trying to stop it. He was trying to control it.
"You want a storm?" Kaelen's voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried through the howl. "A storm has an eye."
