(10 Minutes Ago)
The wind tore everything apart.
Sharp. Endless. Relentless.
Raelthorn's blade shattered on contact. He barely managed to roll back behind a jagged wall of stone. Beside him, Hanami pressed a bleeding hand against her ribs, face pale. Dean stood further back, eyes fixed forward, lips tight.
Across from them floated Vel'XalvenoX — calm, arms extended. Wind Creation roared around him like a dragon unleashed.
It wasn't just pushing — it was ripping air itself into ribbons. Stones shattered mid-air. The pressure crushed even sound.
"We're not winning this!" Hanami shouted over the howl.
Raelthorn wiped blood from his lip. "Not without Vayro."
Dean looked at him sharply.
Raelthorn locked eyes with him. "Go. Help him. Whatever trouble he's in — fix it. Just the three of us won't be enough to kill that thing."
Dean hesitated for a second.
