Immediately after Reve spoke, the calm atmosphere of his room began roaring with violent black winds. The wind brushed against Reve's body, but the latter simply stood still.
His physical stats were enough to negate the tempestuous wind.
Reve's face twitched when he observed his surroundings, "But the room….."
His room was now in tatters. His furniture was either laid flat on the floor or broken into tiny pieces by the ferocity of the black wind.
Luckily, there was an enchantment in his room that blocked sound from escaping outside. If not, the other students might have thought a god was descending in Reve's room. That was just how wild the situation was.
Soon, the black winds formed a small but mighty tornado that had no limits to its twistings. It quickly broke apart, dispersing into tiny black specks of dust that merged with the warm air.
