The Storm Monarch hovered between the shattered clouds, the blue-white streaks of lightning fading from the surface of his armor.
As the tamed Wind Element twisted around David's fingertips.
The monarch who had ruled over the Storm Bay in the Western Territory for six hundred years suddenly staggered backward, his metallic boots etching charred cracks in the void.
"This... this is impossible!"
For the first time, a tremor wove into the rumbling thunder in his throat, and his eyes, once seething with whirlpools of hurricanes, were now shrinking sharply to needlepoints. "How could the Elemental Authority submit to a creature of flesh and blood?"
The tattered remnants of his cloak flapped in the wind behind him as the Storm Monarch looked down at his fingertips, which were gradually turning translucent.
His body, composed purely of Wind Elements, was uncontrollably dissipating, transforming into starlight drifting towards David—just like iron filings drawn to a magnet.
