Cid - Wind Blade

“Mistform, huh…? It’s an interesting technique, but it’s lacking in mass.”

As the words leave his mouth, his ebony sword materializes in his hand.

Devastating quantities of magic gather around it.

“If I blow it all away, you’ll be helpless.”

He swings his sword in a wide arc.

The released magic and wind-force combine into a massive tornado.

“This can’t be—”

The mist disappears, and Alpha reemerges.

“Good choice. If you’d stayed as mist, it could have ended poorly for you.”

Alpha looks up and sees that all the mist above them has been completely blown away.

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Volume 3, Chapter 6