The moment the battlefield shifted, the change was so profound that even those in the audience who lacked any real combat experience could feel it instinctively.
Something fundamental had changed.
The storm that had once dominated the arena still raged across the platform, but it no longer carried the same overwhelming certainty that had defined it earlier in the battle. The winds continued to surge in sharp and violent currents, twisting unpredictably and striking with immense force, yet there was now an inconsistency within them.
There was instability.
What had once been a perfectly controlled system of flowing air had begun to falter, revealing subtle imperfections in its structure. These flaws were not obvious at first glance, but they were there, hidden beneath the surface of the storm.
And Aether had found them.
