656. Fortress

Noah heaved a sigh, sitting within a sphere of rapidly moving wind currents. Having assumed a crosslegged posture he seemed to be cultivating, and the truth wasn't too far from that.

He had started to ponder a way out of his predicament, and that giant sphere that pushed back all the mist in the environment to create a clear spot was his only real option.

"What am I supposed to do now?" He wondered out loud still sensing danger from all around him. His situation had gotten dire. Over what felt like at least an entire day, he had tried all he could to deter or even escape the whisp-hound. But to no avail.

All his elemental affinities apart from the 'Wind' in utilization had utterly failed in helping him with his battle.

Ice had ended up being a waste of energy. He could freeze large portions of the mist around him, but the whisp-hound was much faster than any manifestation.