However, the battle was far from over.
But the war had just gained its turning point.
Especially when, from the far edge of the battlefield—where the dust still smoked from Venthros's earlier detonation—a sudden howl of wind cut through the carnage.
*WHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRMMMMM!*
Air folded in on itself. The sky spiraled.
And Zephyr returned.
The Spirit Tempering stage wind cultivator dropped from the heavens like a falcon in freefall, his cloak shredded, his body bloodied, but his spirit unbroken.
His arrival carved a sonic trench through the enemy ranks, shredding corrupted constructs and sending shockwaves across the ruined arena. With one sweep of his legs, he landed in a swirl of gales beside Nalai, just as her opponent, the corrupted wind cultivator cloaked in sickly green haze, spun forward with a storm of razors.
The two wind-users clashed midair in a spiraling burst of silver and black.
"You alright?" Zephyr growled, wiping blood from his lip.
