The force of it was so intense that it shoved Sol backward.
He staggered several steps as the howling essence wind battered his chest, raising an arm against the sudden pressure. As the sheer weight of that gathering pressure was heavy enough to pin him down.
The whirlwind expanded rapidly, swallowing Veylara completely and stretching outward until it covered the entire pond and the surrounding moss.
The hanging willow branches whipped violently. Water from the spring was pulled upward in glittering arcs before being drawn into the spinning mass. Sol was forced to the outer edge of the clearing, feet sliding on the damp ground as the pressure continued to push him back.
Despite being able to force his way through, he did not interrupt.
