The world inside the vortex was a blender.
Alaric stood in the eye of the storm. Dust, rocks, and invisible blades of wind whipped around him at hurricane speeds.
Shallow cuts appeared on his cheeks and arms every second, stinging like paper cuts bathed in salt.
"DIE!" Jett's voice echoed from everywhere at once, distorted by the wind.
Jett was moving inside the tornado, using the centrifugal force to accelerate.
He was a blur of green mana, circling closer and closer, preparing to fillet the giant standing in the center.
Alaric didn't move his feet. He couldn't. The wind pressure was trying to lift him off the ground.
He looked down at The Anvil.
'I'm seriously starting to hate wind element users", Alaric muttered in complaint as his eyes darted left and right.
If he were to take down Jett, then something had to change.
Right now, right here, he had to surpass his limits.
He took a deep breath. The Titan's Capacitor in his chest thumped.
Thump-Thump.
