Fury of The Storms
The demoness flicked her fingers.
A surge of dark stormy winds surrounded the coffin, swirling until made the coffin tremble and rise. The glass windows rattled, and the winds howled like a behemoth.
"You are intruding," the demoness sneered.
Just as the words left her, Ezrahl and Aesther suddenly felt weightless.
The winds raged into a hurricane, hurling them out of the temple as they became as dark as the night. Once outside the temple, the storm grew larger, swirling around the furious waves of the deathly storm.
Aesther feebly tried to hold onto something, as her stomach flipped upside down. Her voice was filled with horror as she noticed the coffin which was on the verge of falling apart.
"We're inside a damned tempest!"
Ezrahl grimaced. He closed his eyes to focus and use an appropriate spell.
With her body as fragile as it was now, Aesther had a feeling she would be shredded by that overpowering current of the winds.
Ezrahl closed his eyes to focus.