FIRST GENERAL AEDEO OF THE HYMNS OF THE WINDS
I twist my body, my left hand carrying my sword. Mid-air, my metal collides against the Echidan's hard neck. I feel the sword recoil in my hands, the deimos' steel-like neck putting up a fight. I don't let up, instead pushing even more, putting all my strength into my right hand.
Finally, my sword manages to cut into the neck. With one mighty push, I slide the metal all the way through the deimos' neck. The neck falls to the ground, the remaining body writhing. It doesn't take long before the deimos disintegrates, along with it the grayness in the air. The world's colors go back to normal.
