Just as Zane stepped outside of the circle of web of the Blazing magic, somehow the trap got disengage and the flame disappeared revealing the blackened ambers and ground.
Zane continued forward and he swung the blade cutting the grassy ground and thereby triggering the next magical trap.
Next, he saw a black mist of storm growing slowly.
The trap of dark storm.
This time he felt that he was brought into a world of storm as the surrounding darken.
This time he knew exactly what he should do.
He sheathed the blade in the lathery strap on his back and moved forward casually.
His eyes could see through the mana. And the turbulent wind was useless to him as he was now carrying a load of over 15 tons.
To him the wind that he felt on his body back when riding the Corrupted Phoenix was many fold better than this speed of wind.
Minutes later he came through the storm of mist and stepped out the circle of that trap and the wind storm ceased to exist.
