Chapter 463: Ninety-Sixth Floor, Divine Armament (4)
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A tempest roared through the oasis.
Whoooosh—
Under the immense pressure released by the spirit, countless ripples spread across the surface of the Spring of Storms, layered circles that shimmered beautifully. Even the surrounding sand responded, swirling violently until my entire view filled with a haze of golden dust. However, unlike the storm outside, the wind didn’t strike me directly, thanks to the spirit’s careful restraint.
Within that raging force, I could feel the spirit’s power growing stronger. Its presence deepened as its form grew.
Is it over?
After a brief stretch of time, the sand-laden wind gradually began to calm and settled quietly onto the ground. From within that stilling storm, the spirit revealed itself, radiating a surge of overwhelming energy—it was even stronger than Roxanne’s contracted Wind Spirit King. The power it emanated felt far less like the breeze it had before and more like a raging tempest.
Its translucent blue body glimmered faintly, shrouded in flowing garments of wind.
The spirit, bearing an androgynous grace, lifted its gaze to meet mine. “Greetings, The Coming Dawn. This Spirit of Storms offers its respects.”
I had communicated mentally with the spirit countless times, but hearing it produce an actual voice was new. It addressed me by my title, The Coming Dawn, too.
Hmm.
I didn’t dislike it, but it was a bit much. What caught my attention more, however, was how it had introduced itself as a Spirit of Storms, not a Wind Spirit King.