Sensing Zephyr's magic spiking in the blink of an eye, the devil lord of the first layer jumped back, lifting his arms to protect his head. "Monster!"
A shockwave exploded from Zephyr's body, sending hundreds of compressed wind blades everywhere, dicing all the high-rank devils before they realized.
"Laying a hand on one of my little children," Zephyr growled, "You're getting on this grandma's nerves," A green crown of pure magic emerged on her head as veins bulged across her body.
Zephyr's nails extended forward to inch-long green claws, and green tattoos engulfed her arms and legs, inscriptions of a long-forgotten wind magic. Her butterfly wings doubled, growing larger as a violent tornado emerged around her out of nowhere, wrecking the whole mountain with sharp blades of compressed winds like a titanic blender.
She's bulking and getting back in shape, and as she said, wind can be both a blessing and a curse.