Aeromancers took random shapes, sometimes humanoid, sometimes insects and sometimes even dragons.
Their physical capabilities seemed weak at first glance given them being a literal gaseous lifeform. But Varian 'punched' an Aeromancer, he realized he was being naive.
Only at the moment of contact, the gaseous hand solidified into a material Varian never heard of, but was so tough that Varian's fist was crushed into paste.
"Argh, fuck!" He backed off, fusing his powers into Assimilator and regenerating his hand in the matter of seconds.
But the Aeromancers weren't letting him off for no reason.
As Varian wondered about their inaction, a thousand miles around him lit up with bright blue flames.
Even the space began to distort as loads of energy flooded the area and then, when his hand was about to close up the last injury, a spark shot into his flesh.
Varian tried to dodge but it was too late.
The spark got into his arm and then—
