With the explosion of the Flame-shaped Sword, the sealed hull was pierced by a transverse scar, connecting the inside and outside, allowing Palmer to restore a certain amount of Ether, and the raging storm roared once again.
The roaring and rolling airflow filled the battle zone, scattered iron debris was flung up like a metal sandstorm, the current mixed with damp moisture, and the high concentration of Ether materialized as dazzling arcs, bursting through the raindrops.
Palmer leaped into the next layer, directly reaching the core of the storm, all the airflow spiraled and rotated around him, but soon this airflow was disturbed and pulled by a stronger Ether.
Up ahead, Palmer could see those fighting figures, they were like demons emerging from Hell, their silhouettes moving at high speed, and every brief pause would bring intense clanging sounds, as if a giant was hammering an anvil, scattering sparks like stars.
