Evan - Lord of the Wind

Evan's gaze locked onto Max, his expression darkening.

His lips parted, voice firm yet edged with newfound respect.

"You're strong. Very strong. I underestimated you. But not anymore."

Then—he closed his eyes.

The atmosphere shifted.

A deep hum pulsed through the air as his Level 3 Wind Aura erupted, surging through the surrounding like a silent storm.

The winds responded instantly.

First, a whisper.

Then, a howl.

Dust and fallen leaves spiraled upward, caught in an invisible force.

Trees bent and swayed violently, their branches groaning as if bowing to the unseen power.

The winds weren't just blowing—they were moving in all directions, an unnatural chaos that sent shivers through the air.

Far beyond the battlefield, at the edges of Envoy's Villa, onlookers stood frozen, watching.

Even from a distance, they felt it.

The raging wind.