Caius smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogant confidence as he stepped forward, locking his gaze onto Lucy.
"You think you can just stand there and taunt me? Let's see how you handle this," he sneered, his tone dripping with superiority. With a dramatic flourish of his hand, he unleashed his skill.
"Tempest's Rally!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
Immediately, the air around Caius and his subordinates shifted. A powerful, controlled storm formed in their midst, whipping up a swirling vortex of wind that wrapped around their bodies.
The gusts seemed to merge with their very essence, and Caius's smirk deepened as he felt the surge of power flood into him and his team.
The wind currents grew fierce, increasing their agility and speed. The charged atmosphere buzzed with energy, intensifying their mana circulation.
