Fūma
Exposed to the fierce winds unleashed by Fūma, I clench the lyre of the Atlantis civilization in my hands and advance toward him, step by step. The wind cuts into my skin like a blade, making it difficult even to breathe. Yet, the protection of the wind spirits and the indomitable spirit I have cultivated over the years sustain me. As the distance between us closes, Fuma’s wind pressure grows ever stronger. My vision is nearly gone, and my body is screaming in agony. Yet I do not stop. Unless I defeat Fuma, I cannot obtain the knowledge that sleeps within the Temple of the Wind. And above all, I cannot forgive Fuma for tormenting the people of the City of the Wind. When I reached right in front of the Fūma, I raised my lyre and began to play a melody with all my might. It was a prayer offered to the wind spirits, a sacred melody meant to shatter the Fūma’s evil power. The sound of the lyre calmed the winds swirling around the Fūma and slowed its movements. However, Fūma still possesses immense power and cannot be defeated easily. He raises his sharp claws and lunges at me. I dodge, barely evading Fūma’s attack. Yet, his claws graze my shoulder, sending a searing pain through me. Even so, I do not flinch. I continue to play the harp, gradually weakening Fūma’s power. As the melody of the harp swells, the evil aura peels away from Fuma’s body. He grimaces in agony and screams, “Who the hell are you! How can you break my power?!” I do not answer Fuma’s question, but simply continue to play the harp. And then, the moment Fūma’s power finally vanished completely, I raised my harp like a sword and charged at him. After a moment of silence, my harp pierced Fūma’s body. He wore an expression of utter shock as he slowly collapsed. As Fūma’s body vanished, the winds swirling around us ceased, and silence descended. Holding the lyre in my hand, I proceed deeper into the Temple of the Wind. The interior of the temple is in ruins, with almost no trace remaining of its former sanctity. However, as I venture further in, I begin to sense the power of ancient magic. I reach the center of the temple and discover an ancient stone monument there. Something is inscribed on the stele in ancient script. I draw upon all my knowledge of the ancient language to decipher the characters. It turns out that the stele contains ancient knowledge regarding wind magic. This knowledge is even deeper and more advanced than the ancient texts I obtained in the City of Winds. I eagerly absorb the knowledge from the stele. The principles of wind magic, methods for communicating with wind spirits, and the secret arts for manipulating the power of the wind—all of it stimulates my curiosity and opens up new possibilities. After mastering all the knowledge from the monument, I leave the Temple of the Wind. Having defeated the Wind Demon and acquired this ancient knowledge, I set out on my next adventure, armed with newfound power.
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