Logan could tell Stormwing had grown significantly—his skill mastery had reached the point where the Thunderbird could challenge any airborne beast with confidence.
"No wonder the electric spirits blessed you," Logan murmured, watching as the creature's wings crackled with energy.
He glanced toward the far side of the cyclone. Zephyr hadn't moved yet, but Logan could sense it—the eagle was beginning to influence the winds, twisting the storm's structure from the inside.
Meanwhile, Logan wasn't idle. He drank the last of his dwindling mana water supply—half a year's stock nearly exhausted from daily use—and absorbed both light and dark elemental crystals. It would take time to fully recharge, but he had already recovered half his mana pool.
