Clamour
In a brief amount of time, the Distorted Skies of Yonder, which was silent for a while, became bustling as a marketplace.
The geniuses scrambled to see their idol or decide for themselves who the Emperor of Death really was, ascending to the dangerous skies. The wind blades here were of higher prowess, causing many of them to incur tears in their robes, but they didn't stop as though they were possessed. No, it was more like they saw a grand treasure above and wouldn't stop for any reason.
"Ahhh!"
Abruptly, blood splashed in the skies as a youth received a heavy wind blade to one of his legs. It left a deep gash on his calf muscles that he bent and held in pain, but the billowing winds pushed him down, causing him to be sent flying towards the surface without a stop.