A hurricane-force gale tore through the space, hurling Michael backward as though his weight meant nothing.
His feet left the ground, ribs vibrating from the impact, the air itself biting into his flesh like blades.
Michael twisted mid-flight, bracing, but another gust followed immediately, sharper, faster. Invisible blades raked across his body.
Pain flared hot as thin red lines appeared on his arms, shoulders, and chest.
Michael back struck the ground with bone-shaking force, skidding him across fractured stone. The air tore free from his lungs in a ragged gasp, blood flecking his lips.
Michael's eyes widened.
What the hell?!
