xian'na pov The air wasn't just cold; it was a living, malicious entity. The moment the white light of my transformation faded, and I stood as Xian'na—frail, human, and naked—the wind became an enemy. It hit me like a solid, icy fist. My feet slid on the damp, spongy moss, and I stumbled, a desperate gasp tearing from my throat. I threw my arms out, not to block the gale—that was impossible—but to somehow anchor myself. The roar was deafening, a constant, high-pitched scream that swallowed all other sound. Around me, the chaos wasn't random. The wind whipped itself into tight, angry miniature tornadoes, their funnels thin and dark, spinning debris up into the sky before shattering against invisible walls of pressure. One of them screamed past my head, so close I felt the brutal suction tear at my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut against the stinging grit and the fear that threatened to paralyze me. Absorb it, little one. The body is the conductor, not the shield, Xiuan whispered,
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