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Nick thrust his wand forward, and the forest howled.

Wind surged around him, and the elemental force coalesced into something massive. Unlike his usual [Wind Blast], this wasn't just a massive push from above—it was a violent storm, condensed and controlled solely through his mind.

He felt the strain immediately, as this was beyond anything he had cast before. Greater than even his first successful cast of [Windburst].

The air trembled as the winds obeyed him, twisting into a spiraling vortex that began tearing through the trees, upturning them from their very roots.

Instead of a single downburst, he had transformed Ingrid's spell into a howling tornado. It hadn't required much effort, as the spell was already primed for massive amounts of damage, but he was using it while keeping [Wind God's Third Eye] active, which granted him incredible detail. Combined with [Parsimonia], that meant he could control every ounce of force he was exerting.

The tornado tore forward with a deafening roar. The first goblins never understood what was happening. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel✦fire.net

They were torn from the ground and thrown high into the air like ragdolls. The spiraling wind sent them crashing into the trees, slamming against rocks, and shattering their bodies on impact.

The storm's sheer volume drowned out their shrieks as those not caught in the initial surge tried to scramble away, but the tornado was relentless. Smaller trees were ripped from the earth, and their trunks were hurled through the battlefield like battering rams. One smashed through a cluster of goblins, crushing them instantly.

Another hurtled toward the hobgoblin.

The creature barely had time to react before a falling oak slammed into it, sending it sprawling onto its back.

Nick felt the pull on his mana reserves, as the spell consumed massive amounts of energy. Even with [Parsimonia] dulling the cost, even with his mana reserves expanded from his training, he knew he couldn't sustain this for long.

But he didn't need to. The tornado had already done its work. By the time the winds died down, the battlefield was unrecognizable. The goblins were gone. Obliterated. The only one left standing—barely—was the hobgoblin.

The system chimed.