It didn't seem like the howling winds would let up any time soon. The windows on both sides of the hallway shattered as the wind blasted them open. Aether stood firmly across the rift, looking straight into the cross shaped wildmagic surge.
It was so bright, it threatened to blind him. The magic beyond that rift was so powerful and so intense that he didn't think anyone could survive it all of it poured into their world.
"Spirits of the wind, come!" He shouted with a power filled voice. His voice echoed throughout the halls, resonating with pure strength and authority. A faint, barely visible glimmer shone outside for a moment, then butterflies entered their view.
Hundreds of them, if not more filled the hallway as they flew in through the shattered windows. Aether pressed his hands together. "Follow it's path!" He ordered them. The butterflies circled him once before rushing at the rift, and then flying up to the ceiling.
