Kapitel 783: More Planning

Without a word, he stepped forward toward the iron bars of the stone prison. As the wind intensified around him, his body began to blur, and within an instant, he was gone—seemingly swallowed by the gust. The others watched in awe as the wind whistled gently through the cell, slipping past the bars with ease. Findir, or rather the wind-form he had taken on, slid effortlessly between the gaps of the heavy iron bars, passing through like a breeze through an open window.

In a blink, he reappeared on the other side, his figure solidifying as he took form once more. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he smirked and gave a small wave before vanishing into the shadows, his presence melting into nothing as if he had never been there at all. Orion, Cy, and the others waited in silence, their eyes fixed on the dimly lit corridor where Findir had disappeared.