"Look." Calmly, Demien pointed his finger to the sky.
At the same time, the wind started to become strong. It was like an engine getting warmed up. The red wind slowly rose to the sky.
Higher and higher. Till he saw a small dot.
But it didn't stop there.
"Kovit. Kovit. He is doing something!" Pablo screamed in a panic.
Kovit shot his hand to the sky. "NO!"
The black wind oozed out of his skin and shot up to the sky.
"Ah, I have forgotten. You are strong. Nature… you can create all the five elements. Nice, so nice." Demien, however, still came. "Kyle."
"Kyle?" Pablo snorted. "He has no medium to help you out."
Creeeeeeckeeeeeek~
RUMBLINGGGGGG~
The bright sky suddenly became gloomy. Not because of the clouds, though.
Two different colors of whirlwinds came on opposite sides.
Red at the other and black at the other side.
KROOOOOOOO~