'I have to find a way to survive this elemental storm,' he knew staying outside without any shelter meant death. I have to think of something quick,' he thought.
He looked around and saw other Outers running around without any sense of direction. Other desperadoes where still banging on the closed gates shouting to be let in.
That is a wastage of time.' he spoke to himself in a low voice with a worried look on his face.
'Yes, the walls of the city, they have depressions where I can hold onto,' he finally thought of what could save him.
He took off without any second thoughts. Funnily, he wasn't the only one who had thought of the idea. He reached the walls in a few seconds and observed the depressions. They looked like something had been hitting and scratching them for years.
As he looked for a good hold, he felt the ground vibrate. The walls started to become warm all of a sudden. He saw a flash of light and looked up.
'Huh' the light shield is up.
The light shield that surrounded the entire city blocked the storm from entering.
It made a huge contrast of light with the blue shield and darkness surrounding it. It looked like a blue island in a sea of blackness.
He stopped pondering about it and continued to look for a depression to hold onto. He found it as the wind picked up.
The world was losing light very fast. In a few seconds everyone was enveloped in darkness, the only light around was coming from the shield.
The wind kept on picking up speed and strength, Wesley held on for his dear life and hoped nothing else would go wrong.
'Boom,' he heard a loud noise and tried to search from where it was coming from.
To his horror, he saw a metal house hitting the shield with a great force that it broke into metal pieces.
'Shit, I think I know where the depressions on the wall came from''. he shouted out in surprise and fear.
Without knowing how or from where, a sudden gust of cold wind carrying black debris hit him from behind and knocked him onto the wall. His forehead was hit and he started bleeding. Blood went into his eyes and was blinded.
He lost his grip on one of the depressions he was holding onto.
'Oh no''. he shouted out.
'I don't want to die' he cried out in panic.
Another gust of wind came from another angle and blew him up. He couldn't hold on anymore and was carried out like mere paper. He could feel himself shouting but he could not hear his voice at all, only the sound of wind and booming noises as things collided with each other.
Something collided with him and the impact knocked him out. His body continued to be blown to into the storm until it disappeared into the darkness.
As Wesley was swallowed by the darkness, in the outer ring of the city, and in a rented cultivation room, Grog was feeling happy that one of his problems had been solved.
He removed a communication stone and tapped on one of the patterns. It lit up with a green hum.
'Yes?' a strong majestic voice came through the stone.
'Master, I think Wesley is dead.'. Grog answered in a respectable tone.
'You think or you know?' the voice asked back in angry tone. Grog knew his master was not around but he still broke into a cold sweat.
'Master, there was an elemental storm and he was locked outside the gates.'' Grog answered back in a low tone.
'Eh, an elemental storm without an alert?.' the voice queried back.
'Yes, master, it came out of nowhere. No one was prepared for it.' Grog replied.
'Humph, so tell me Grog, where is the pendant I asked you to deliver. I hope he gave it to you willingly?' the voice asked him in a cold tone.
'um-mm, master I did not get a chance to get the pendant.' he spoke into the stone as he started shivering from fear.
'WHAT?' the voice shouted out in an angry tone that Grog felt the stone vibrate and flicker a bit.
'Grog, let me tell, you are going to look for that boy and get the pendant that you so failed to outsmart a child from giving it to you willingly for years. And if you fail, trust me you won't like what I will do to you'' the voice shouted out.
'Yes master I wont fail.' Grog answered. The voice snorted and the stone went dark.
Grog thought of all the credits and favors he would use up in order to look for a dead boy.
'Aaaaah, if he is not dead already, I will kill him myself.' he shouted out in anger.
In the fifth ring, there stood an elegant archaic looking house made of wood. The small courtyard enclosing the wooden house was full of green grass and small trees and surprisingly the soil was brown not black.
A man wearing a black robe and his head covered with a hood stood under one of the trees.
He was looking at a communication stone that had just dimmed.
'I hope nothing else goes wrong.' he worried.
As for Wesley, the wind had dropped him at the mouth of an abandoned mine. The wind by this time had lost its strength.
A wide gash on his fore head still flowed with blood. Some of it had flashed onto the pendant and at this time it had started changing color from blue to purple as it absorbed his blood like a sponge.
When the pendant turned to deep purple, the space around Wesley distorted like a mirage and with a flash, his body disappeared.