They could only flee in panic, helplessly watching as people around them were swept away by the tornado, as thick trees were uprooted, as the sky overturned and the earth shook...
Amidst the roaring winds, the rain as big as beans, and the flying sand and stones, a young boy in white stood facing the wind.
The raging storm seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if he were a lofty deity punishing these ignorant humans, standing immovably in the center of the storm.
His brown eyes were filled with a destructive fervor, calmly watching the winds wreak havoc and the rain pour down in a cataclysmic shower.
It seemed this was still not enough.
His icy gaze swept over the scene before him, and he slightly raised his hand.
With his movement, the already rampant and furious wind became even more intense and terrifying.
The wind, initially only capable of blowing away people and snapping trees, suddenly escalated several levels, even lifting an entire mountain...
