The seven tornadoes struck the final barrier together, and with the control of Elias, they did not crash into it like hammers; they pierced.
Thin, needle-sharp tendrils that burned white hot illuminated the entire barrier, and for a moment, Elias thought the barrier had transformed into a massive eye before the light emerging from it became too bright for him to look at.
As if the cloud of vitality over his body had developed a leak, it began to rapidly shrink, as a high, keening wail rose that was not the same as the mechanical scream of friction from the previous barrier, but something alive, something furious, something female.
The sound clawed into Elias's skull like fingernails on the inside of his skull, and he staggered in his wisp form, the mental image flickering for a heartbeat.
The tornadoes paused from confusion as though the barrier had just spoken to them.
