Meanwhile, the relentless winds whipped around him, whipping at his face and tugging at his clothing. The gusts seemed determined to suffocate him, stealing the very air from his lungs. It became a struggle just to stay on his feet as the howling winds threatened to sweep him away.
"This won't be…" Aion raised his hands toward the enemies and then prepared to use his gravity magic to crush them all, but then a shiver on his spine made him stop. "This feeling again… Damn, you."
Aion changed his mind and then enveloped the cloaked people in ice, making them unable to move. At the same time, he moved them toward his pocket dimension… until a powerful voice began to echo around.
"HHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Fuck you…" Aion muttered while he felt his head like it was splitting. "Mareia…"
