As dusk fell over Ventus, the anxious Captain of the Son of Wind Guard, Patrick, finally sensed a familiar presence.
Their esteemed Wind Speaker, along with two guests, emerged from the dim valley in the mountain, and those flashing signal lights were like his lifeline.
Patrick's hanging heart could finally settle down.
But before he had a chance to ask what the Wind Speaker had been doing, the latter approached him with an equally urgent expression.
"Quick, sound the hurricane horn!"
Patrick was startled, then nodded in agreement.
The soldier's duty instinctively led him to obey.
He took out a cyan crystal, spoke a word to it, and then crushed it forcefully.
"Pass the order down, sound the hurricane horn!"
The voiceprint was copied and spread by the wind pattern stored in the stone, turning into twelve streams of strong wind that merged with the night, carrying the command far away.
