The winds of the Elysian Plains whipped around Blakely, Maven, and Iris as they faced the towering figure of Tempest, the Elemental King of Air. The once-clear skies were filled with swirling clouds, crackling with lightning and thunder. The air felt alive, charged with raw elemental energy, and Blakely could feel the weight of the corruption hanging in the atmosphere like a storm waiting to break.
"You will not stop the wind," Tempest boomed, his voice echoing like thunder. "The air belongs to the storm, and the storm will tear your world apart."
Blakely clenched her fists, her heart racing as she stared up at the massive figure. This was it—the battle for the Wind Nexus, one of the most crucial elemental nexuses in Morphantasia. If they failed here, the very air they breathed would become a weapon of chaos, destroying everything in its path.