Like A Feather In The Wind

As the Grand Elder spoke she witnessed Taf summon the charcoal black Warhammer to his hands. His muscles bulged and with determination in his eyes he uttered...,

🌟Heaven's art - Gravity🌟

Around his being something peculiar unfolded as all the crumbled rubble started to float of their own volition. 

This startled the grand elder who knew for a fact this was not due to the activation of the earth element.

Her curiosity became even more piqued when she saw the previous Warhammer that had caused Taf to struggle no longer hampered him but was now like a feather in his hand.

His iron sheen visibly disappeared as he called out once more,

🌟Elemental Art(Fire)Embodiment🌟

His body combusted into a searing heat. The heat was so intense a tree exploding into flames sending white smoke into the star-filled skies. Soon the black charcoal Warhammer became shrouded in red torrent sparks.

"My turn!"