Song of the Winter Solstice
The crowd of opponents staggered under the force of the gale, some even lifted momentarily from the ground, suspended in swirling eddies.
This was Kenru's domain—the mastery of wind. Suspended before me, he commanded the tempest, facing the oncoming tide of foes.
"Meteor flame!" Killan's voice echoed with renewed vigor, flames wreathing his form. Fireballs materialized in mid-air, held in place by his outstretched palms. His stance was poised, akin to a dancer's grace, before he launched the fireballs towards Lady Montay's ranks.
The fiery projectiles descended like a blazing rain, accompanied by Kenru's howling wind. The two forces, fire and wind, intertwined in a deadly dance, orchestratin
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