Unlike the first storm wall, this one seemed almost alive. Its surface was shimmered with chaotic currents of energy, vibrant hues of violet and gold clashing violently as if engaged in an eternal struggle. The winds here weren't just a physical force—they carried whispers, faint and unintelligible, brushing against their minds and leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
The wall twisted and roared with a raw, primal energy that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the group's collective heartbeat. It wasn't just a barrier—it almost felt like a warning.
Kaelen stepped closer, his white hair whipping in the charged air. The sensation was unsettling, unlike anything he had felt before. The first storm wall had been harsh and relentless, but this… this felt personal. Almost sentient.
Thane let out a low whistle, his voice was tinged with both awe and apprehension.
"Well, that's... something. So now what?"
