A Final Beginning

Two weeks later…

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A powerful, raging wind spread out across a wide, empty plain. Jagged rocks were smashed to the side, stiff trees forced to bend knee, powerful beasts flung off to the nethers. 

This powerful wind raged without purpose, smashing through the troughs of Taprisha in a furious storm. They were the winds Taprisha was known for, and the reason all intelligent inhabitants chose to live on the various plateaus, raised up high above these dangerous windstorms. 

In a certain empty region of one particular plain, a man could be seen floating several hundred meters in the air. 

Rather than a man, a more appropriate description would be a…

Demon. An armored, powerful-looking demon that gave off a feeling of balance.