Akane (4)

Woosh!

The vibrating thrum was accompanied by a rushing sound of the wind. This wind was bitingly cold. A piercing chill flowed through everyone's spines as they shivered lightly.

Akane's clothes fluttered about wildly. Her eyes remained closed, as if the disturbances of the world held no effect on her. The others held solemn expressions that tinted their faces darkly. Their gazes respectful and filled with an ardent belief rarely seen by many outside of religious circles.

"Ancestors, I, your filial descendant, call upon your strength. I beseech you to lend me your magnanimity!" Her words started to feel airy and distant, like a ghost hauntingly calling a name in the distance. It was as if her voice was reaching to a distant otherworld.

Swoosh!

The wind picked up rapidly until a twisted formed rapidly around Akane. However, no one panicked as they continued their chants.