Velkain aura flaring like a hurricane unchained. His sword glows, the runes etched into the steel blazing as though they will melt.
"Tier 6: Heaven-Rending Gale!"
The very heavens scream as his blade carves downward.
A cataclysm erupts.
From his strike surges a colossal cyclone, a sword-shaped storm hundreds of meters long, layered with countless blades of compressed wind stacked upon one another. Each edge within it is sharp enough to flay the earth, and together they form a storm that could erase a fortress in seconds.
The cyclone howls like a dragon of wind, its roar splitting the skies as it descends upon Alix. Every tree, every stone, every loose weapon across the battlefield is ripped into the air, shredded into fragments by the storm's pull.
On the ground, the Ashedge warriors stumble, some forced to their knees, their faces pale. "The clan leader… is this strong?!" one gasps, shielding his face from the tearing winds.
