A sudden gust of wind swept through the underground, subtle but chilling.
Northern's instincts flared as something belatedly registered.
The elf was manipulating the air itself, using invisible currents to obscure his movements.
Without hesitation, Northern flung himself to the right, his body reacting instinctively before his mind even caught up.
Stainless slashed outward in a wide arc, black flames erupting from the blade, trailing yellow sparks.
CLANG!
His blade met resistance, a force pushing against him that hadn't been there a second ago.
Sparks flew as the cult leader's figure materialized from the swirling wind, wielding a curved blade that shimmered with compressed air.
Northern gritted his teeth, pushing back against the weight, but the elf's strength, enhanced by the wind, was immense.
