"The domain of the wind is the hall of whispers, the boundary of distance, an invisible string sensing the world's pulse..."
"Once you merge with the wind, you will hear the whispers it brings to you..."
"Hmph, but you, a mere human, how could you understand the grace of the wind."
When Angel was at the center of countless air rings, dodging the impact of myriad weather phenomena and feeling the roar of the storm, Fafnir's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
Sealed memories were uncovered, the seal of time removed—
Returning to the days when he opened a shop in Lassudral.
Fafnir, as an abyssal dragon of wind energy, always maintained a wind domain field around him. Angel could always feel the flow of the wind while beside Fafnir.
Initially indifferent, he began to explore joyfully, then Fafnir's relentless disdain followed. This was Angel's first contact with high-order wind's force and his most profound understanding.
