The wind howling around them was moving at hurricane speeds, but neither Sovereign's hair moved a single inch.
Kael Thorne and Lyra Veyra hovered in the stratosphere, looking down at the apocalyptic vortex tearing at the sky above the Azure Cloud Martial Academy. The sheer scale of the energy drain was staggering. The planet's ambient cosmic field was being ripped away in visible, spiraling streams, and the atmospheric pressure was dropping so fast it was starting to affect the weather patterns across the entire continent.
"He's going to cause a localized atmospheric collapse if we don't stabilize the draw," Kael said, his voice a deep, calm rumble that cut through the roar of the wind without him having to raise it. "The ambient field isn't dense enough for whatever his art is demanding. It's forcing him to pull from the physical air."
