All this came and went quickly, like an elusive illusion.
As the dark clouds collapsed, the dazzling sunlight dispelled the piercing cold. The enemies from the sea, stepping on the precarious ice, retreated from the coast, leaving behind a ground strewn with corpses.
The magnificent storm also began to shift. Its speed seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, it moved beyond the range of the Fortress of the Morning Wind, heading towards the depths of the sea. Large amounts of seawater were sucked up, then thrown into the air, pouring down as icy rain.
The storm was not naturally formed, containing chaotic and violent ether currents. But after the dark clouds collapsed, the ether's intensity also waned, and it seemed that the storm would soon dissipate completely.
