Two pairs of confused eyes looked upon the scene, trying to figure out if illusion had replaced reality. Giselle knew that Lex was strong, and that he hadn't shown her the full extent of her strength yet. The difference, however, should not be that great, no?
The Defiler, however, was struggling to understand what was happening. Why was it confined to this humanoid form, and why did its face hurt so much?
Lex did not rush to approach the scene, and instead slowly descended, taking his time. Since the time for games was over, he completed the formation that they had designed to dispel the storm, and let it gradually weaken the storm. The results would not be instantaneous, but over the course of a day the storm should fade at the expected effectiveness. Of course, should something happen that could weaken the storm, the timeline would be cut short.
