FlashBack; Elina's Death; Ossa's first awakening.
"You know the drill," Lucian said to Ossa, his eyes glowing a fiery golden hue.
Ossa nodded, understanding the plan. His dark green eyes glowed, shining amidst the dark miasma. The mana of the wind began to churn violently, awaiting his command. "Venti, audite me, impellite quod est ante me," Ossa chanted, and the winds quickly heeded his command, forming a tornado before him.
The spinning mass of wind grew in size, now half the height of the mountain. Its spin pulling the miasma into it, dispelling it upwards into the sky. The radiance of the crescent moon outlined sun quickly dimmed, blocked by the black fog now lingering in its territory.
"ROAR!!" A deafening roar tore through the rushing sound of the tornado, its sound waves destroying the tornado in the process. A pair of purple eyes appeared, their dilating slit pupils focused on Ossa and Lucian.