The Paladins of Lethrunia
A swirl of darkness bore itself into the wind around the long, heavy sword, rinsing away the freshness of the morning air and replacing it with a miasma that killed the once luscious grass around him.
The process caused even the clouds above to gather into a sulking parade as they turned black as if a storm began to brew.
"Is this the secret to beating the Paladins?" the elf asked with an excited expression as he held his hand up with the dark winds brushing through his curly hair.
"It's as good as any chance we'll get. If I can't win with this, then we never stood a chance," Jett answered, waiting in anticipation for the enhancement to be complete.
Cynthia nervously laughed, holding her skirt down from the ferocious winds, "Is that really a reassuring thing to say?!"
—Finally, it reached its end as the spiral of abyssal winds came to a close as the field around them was left lifeless, with even the soil being turned to dust.