Berlin's skyline was a mix of steel and glass, modern towers standing beside centuries-old cathedrals. Tonight, it was all trembling.
Above the city, the sky split apart like torn cloth. Darkness poured out of the rift, swallowing the stars. Streets filled with screams as the ground shook under the weight of approaching shadows.
Atop a skyscraper, a man stood alone, his coat fluttering though the night was eerily still.
Klaus Weber.
Germany's Wind Wielder.
His silver hair caught the moonlight, his eyes calm as a storm waiting to be unleashed. He looked down at the chaos below, expression unreadable.
"The wind already carries the scent of blood," he murmured. "Let us see how much it demands tonight."
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The Demons of Berlin
Three demons descended into the heart of the city.
Grall, the Iron Boar (Low-Rank). A beast with tusks like steel spears, his charge unstoppable.
Skill: Steel Rush — a rampage that tore through anything in its path.
Nyssra, the Siren of Chains (Low-Rank). A skeletal demon bound in clattering chains, her voice a haunting wail.
Skill: Soul Shackles — chains that latched onto aura, draining strength.
Farnok, the Storm Butcher (Mid-Rank). A hulking warrior with axes of black steel, each swing conjuring shockwaves.
Skill: Cleave Tempest — splitting the air itself with devastating force.
They landed with roars that shook the city. Cars overturned, glass shattered, and buildings crumbled as civilians fled in panic.
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Klaus Descends
Klaus closed his eyes, feeling the air currents shift. The city was already tre5mbling, but the wind whispered its secrets to him. He exhaled, and the storm answered.
"Time to blow them away."
With a single step, he leapt from the skyscraper.
Wind surged around him, carrying him like a feather. He landed silently in the square below, the air exploding outward in a shockwave that sent rubble flying.
The demons turned their heads, growling.
Klaus adjusted his coat with one hand, his voice calm.
"You've chosen the wrong city."
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The Boar's Charge
Grall roared, tusks gleaming.
"Steel Rush!"
He charged, the ground cracking beneath his massive hooves. Buildings shook as his armored body barreled forward like a runaway train.
Klaus raised his hand lazily.
"Gale Wall."
The air itself hardened into a barrier. Grall slammed into it, the impact splitting the pavement, but the wall held firm. The demon squealed in rage, pushing harder, but Klaus merely flicked his wrist.
"Cyclone Kick."
Wind surged around his leg as he spun, delivering a kick that struck the boar square in the skull. The force launched Grall backward, smashing him through three buildings before his body dissolved into ash.
Klaus landed lightly, coat fluttering.
"One."
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The Siren's Chains
Nyssra hissed, her skeletal body swaying as chains writhed around her. Her wail echoed through the city.
"Soul Shackles!"
The chains shot out, glowing with dark aura, wrapping around Klaus's limbs. The air crackled as his aura was drained, the chains tightening like vipers.
Klaus's expression didn't change.
"…You think to bind the wind?"
He inhaled, his chest expanding as aura surged.
"Tempest Break!"
The air exploded outward. Chains snapped like brittle glass, torn apart by the storm. Nyssra shrieked, staggering backward.
Klaus raised two fingers, pointing at her.
"Wind Lance."
A spear of compressed air shot forward faster than the eye could follow. It pierced her chest, the pressure tearing her apart in a spray of ash.
"Two."
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The Butcher's Wrath
Farnok roared, his axes glowing with black aura.
"Cleave Tempest!"
He swung, and the very air split. Shockwaves tore through skyscrapers, slicing steel and stone like butter. Glass rained down as the city screamed under his might.
Klaus stood his ground, wind swirling violently around him.
"Your storm… is clumsy."
He spread his arms wide. The air howled, rising into a spiraling vortex. Debris lifted, cars spun into the air, and the sky darkened.
"Hurricane Spiral!"
A towering cyclone formed, swallowing Farnok whole. The demon roared, swinging his axes wildly, but each strike was lost in the roaring winds.
Lightning crackled through the storm as Klaus's aura peaked.
He leapt into the cyclone, appearing before the trapped demon, eyes glowing.
"Endless wind… Eternal silence."
"Tempest Burial!"
The cyclone collapsed inward, crushing Farnok beneath the pressure of a thousand blades of air. His scream vanished into the storm, leaving only silence—and ash drifting through the night.
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Aftermath
The cyclone dissipated, leaving the streets devastated but safe. Klaus stood alone amidst the wreckage, his coat fluttering in the quiet breeze.
He exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing at the rift above. It still pulsed, stronger now, as if feeding on every battle, every death across the world.
"…They're awakening something."
The wind whispered the same truth, carrying with it the scent of war yet to come.