The battlefield was alive with chaos as the Zephyr Beast roared in rage, its primal fury echoing through the air. It lunged at August, its massive claws slashing through the air, but each strike met only the deceptive figures of August's clones. The beast's frustration mounted with every failed attack, its talons rending nothing but wind and illusion.
Unbeknownst to the Zephyr Beast, each time it destroyed a clone, the mana in the surrounding area grew more turbulent, gradually oversaturating the environment with wind elemental particles. The air crackled with energy, creating a charged atmosphere that pulsed with potential.
Amidst the chaos, August remained hidden, his form merging seamlessly with the environment. With his wind elemental imprint active, he became indistinguishable from the swirling wind particles around him, effectively masking his presence. He suppressed all his vitals, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike from the beast's blind spot.