The ball of wind carved a gaping hole into the mountain's mass, reaching depths of ten meters before finally dissipating, leaving behind a visible scar on the rugged terrain.
Seth swiveled around to witness the origin of the wind ball, and there it was—the Byson, generating another one in its maw, revealing its nature as a wind-attributed mana beast. A grin crept across Seth's face, for he anticipated the core of a Class Eight beast, infused with the power of wind.
The wind sphere took form within moments, hurtling through the air at an astonishing speed, slicing through the atmosphere like a razor. Its target? The elusive old man who skillfully evaded the relentless assaults of the Byson.
