The battlefield is now divided into two sides.
He stands alone on one side, facing countless eyes filled with resentment, as well as the stormy winds that churn the cloud sea.
Compared to the enormous wind elemental creatures, Angel appears particularly small. Yet, his demeanor is incredibly tenacious, even in the face of malevolent thunderstorms, he remains unfazed.
"Kill!"
"We must kill him!"
The cries continually reach Angel's ears, and the wind around him begins to grow restless.
Hurricane stands at the forefront; instead of directly initiating combat, it takes a deep breath, inhaling a large mass of wind and cloud into its chest. Its upper body instantly enlarges by a third.
About two seconds later, Hurricane releases its breath slowly, having swollen considerably.
This breath is long and serpentine, stretching straight up into the sky for hundreds of meters before transforming into a black cyclone of ghostly shadows, overlooking all from the battlefield's height.
