Lexine's hands grabbed onto Taevlin as they were pushed backwards by the strong wind that suddenly pushed them back. Her scream was muffled in her chest. Taevlin held on to her to prevent her from falling from his arms.
The werewolves who were on the ground noticed the commotion and skidded to a halt. 'What is the matter?' Artin shouted in their heads. From his position, he was yet to see the woman who was playing the instrument.
Christana pointed at her, "Ne, isn't that a sylph?"
The silver transparent wings were unmistakable.
'Taevlin!' Artin shouted.
Taevlin had lost his air and was plummeting to the ground. None of the other sylphs were able to help him as they themselves had already hit the ground before him. The werewolves were a little far behind to help them as well.