It happened in one split moment.
Rosalind finished with that warning, only for a powerful gust of wind, akin to a raging typhoon, suddenly infiltrated the room with an unstoppable force. It burst through the entrance, unyielding and relentless, as if possessing a mind of its own. Its arrival was accompanied by an uproar of chaos and destruction.
The Fae screamed as the tempestuous wind, now inside the enclosed space, seized every available object as its victim. With a thunderous roar, it hurled itself upon the room's contents, as if engaged in a fierce battle. It careened with a deafening ferocity, rattling windows, toppling chairs, and overturning anything in its path.
