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Addison said, “it looked like the forest creatures to shreds." “I know that’s how it looks. But the trees are the only living thing protecting this area," I said "The wind is bending the branches of the trees sideways, it seems that it doesn’t wind it's a Force," I started pointing at the way the top branches of the trees were bending with force, there was no heavy wind that caused it, but this was different. My wolf stayed on high alert beginning to sniff around. “The force pushes them, controls them where to bend, this isn’t natural," I clarified.

She closed her eyes and focused on the gentle breeze that brushed against her skin, feeling its invisible currents wrap around her like a comforting embrace. With each step, Sable allowed herself to be carried by the wind, surrendering to its gentle guidance. She floated effortlessly through the open meadow, her body lifted by the unseen currents. The air whispered secrets to her, a language only she could understand. It spoke of freedom and liberation, urging her to embrace its power. As Sable soared higher into the sky, the wind carried her towards a cluster of towering clouds in the distance. The clouds swirled with an enchanting mist, beckoning her to come closer. Intrigued, Sable follow

(Livia) The merciless winds caused the enormous trees to crash and slap against each other like mountains coming down from a raging hell-pit angered by the vigorous storm. The wind gusts knife the piercing thorns of branches. Branded upon the colossal tree trunk was a single blinding vanishing moon hiding away in the clouds, which had cut through the immensely thick cloud and fog like a laser. Its source could vividly make out to be an inferior.

Whiskey. After a minute, the sounds of snapping twigs and rustling through the brush, along with the stomping of feet on the ground got louder. There are others out here in the forest. I listened closely and tried to count the footsteps. There’s a few of them, ten or so, maybe more. But I can’t pinpoint if they are the heavy strides of wolf's feet, or the smaller thumps of human feet. Perhaps a mixture of both, maybe that’s why it sounds different. My eyes trailed across the earth, looking out into the darkness for any kind of movement. But I still couldn’t see them. I pushed myself up and stood on the branch, still holding onto the trunk for support. I can still hear them, and I can tell th

Node blinked, wondering what just happened. Later, Sniffia reached a zone where the trees including their branches were huge, covering the sunlight with little rays penetrating to the ground, she looked around while walking, crushing few dried leaves on the ground until she saw a figure standing on one of the huge tree's branch in the shade as the wind around them calmly blew, she deeply inhaled, closed her eyes and opened it, glazing intently at the shaded figure above.

Just like going to the gym and seeing your gains. Next, she turned her attention to air control. With a deep breath, she summoned the wind, feeling it whip around her body. She practiced creating gusts strong enough to lift leaves and twigs from the ground, shaping the air into spirals and currents. The more she trained, the more she realized that she could not only control the wind but also communicate with it, feeling its whispers and understanding its language. It was as if the air itself was encouraging her, urging her to go further.

She was not afraid. As she ran, the woods loomed before her, dark and mysterious. The trees rose high into the sky, their branches stretching out like arms trying to grasp her. The leaves rustled softly in the wind, whispering secrets she couldn't understand. The scent of damp earth and pine filled her nostrils, and she breathed deeply, feeling her anger dissipate just a little.

And a branch never came alone. -Why are you so stubborn! It's dangerous. -Nick and I were completely soaked. -Stop reproaching me and help me! -I started to grab the branch from one end. The wind wasn't much help, but we had to take the branch in that direction. Not go against the wind. Nick took the other end, we lifted the branch and started to carry it to the other end of the house. -It's heavy! -I left it on the ground for a moment.

Suddenly the clear sky became dark and gloomy and a huge bloody handprint appeared in midair and went at Dead Wood. Suddenly the wind was raging, and several large trees in the vicinity were directly uprooted and smashed into the distance. The people on the ground felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing. Seeing this sensational handprint, Dead Wood did not dare to underestimate it, and urged the True Energy in his body. When his two palms pushed, he felt numbness on his arms and could not help but move a few steps back.

, she replied quietly, unclenching her fists and flexing her fingers. Zeke watched as Merlin raised her arms and looked up at the cloudless sky, her lips moving silently. He heard the wind howling through the trees before he saw it, twisting the branches and sending leaves and twigs scattering to the ground in a whirlwind of debris. It moved like something alive, swooping down from the trees and snaking across the ground toward the fire, extinguishing everything in its path.