Tornado
Inside the tornado, fierce winds rage, and visibility is nearly zero. My body is buffeted by the wind, and it feels as if I’ve been hurled into the air. I cling tightly to the harp of the Atlantis civilization and press forward through the tornado, drawing on the power of the wind spirits. The harp’s melody strengthens my connection with the wind spirits and lessens the wind’s resistance. However, the tornado’s power is immense; if I let my guard down even for a moment, I will surely be blown away. I heighten my concentration and proceed cautiously, anticipating the tornado’s movements. After moving forward for a while, the exit of the tornado comes into view. However, a gigantic Wind Demon lies in wait beyond the exit. The Wind Demon is a terrifying creature, its entire body shrouded in wind, with sharp claws and fangs. Its eyes emit a piercing light as it locks onto its prey. “Human, well done for making it this far. But from here on, I won’t let you take another step!” The Wind Demon growls in a low voice. The sound rides the wind, echoing throughout the entire forest and sending shivers down my spine. Fuma manipulates the power of the wind to attack me. Sharp blades of wind fly toward me. I play the lyre of the Atlantis civilization, creating a wall of wind to block the blades. However, Fuma’s attacks are relentless. Blade after blade of wind is unleashed, shattering the wall of wind. “Is that the extent of your power? Then you will never be able to defeat me!” Fūma sneers. Unfazed by his words, I calmly analyze the situation. It seems Fūma not only manipulates the power of the wind but also uses illusions. Those illusions confuse my mind and dull my judgment. I take a deep breath to calm myself. Then, I speak to the Wind Spirit. “Spirit of the Wind, lend me your power. To break through Fuma’s illusions and defeat him.” At that moment, the Spirit of the Wind’s conch shell began to glow intensely. Then, the Spirit of the Wind’s voice echoed in my mind. “Your heart is pure. Do not fear; do not be deceived by the illusions. See the truth.” With the Wind Spirit’s words in my heart, I stare intently at Fuma. Then, I notice that Fuma’s form is slightly distorted. This is an illusion. Fuma is showing me an illusion to confuse me. I play the lyre of the Atlantis civilization with all my might. Its melody shatters Fuma’s illusion and reveals his true form. Fuma grimaces in agony and writhes. “You’ve seen through my illusion, have you! But that alone won’t be enough to defeat me!” Fuma, enraged, unleashes a fierce gale from his entire body. The wind blows me away and slams me into the ground. Though my face contorts in excruciating pain, I get back to my feet and start running toward Fuma.
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