I was descending from the heavens.0

Fierce winds whipped past me, but instead of cutting into me, they brought a sense of warmth and comfort. In the middle of the battlefield, I spotted the Great Warlord of Terror gnashing his teeth, his expression twisted with anxiety and hopelessness. His earlier menacing vigor had completely faded.0

Across the blood-stained battlefield, once thick with suffocating, dark energy, the blue light of dawn now descended. Clear and refreshing air filled my lungs, and the atmosphere around us rippled like a mirage. 1

The wind surged like a crashing wave, sending ripples across the grassy plains. The wind wrapped around the climbers and extended forward once more, becoming an invisible blade.0

It slew all the monsters it touched, shredding them into tiny pieces before passing through the heretics. Corpses were strewn everywhere, trailing the storm’s relentless fury. 0

Eventually, only the warlord was left standing, unscathed. It seemed he had been saved just for me.0

Despair filled the warlord’s expression as he looked around at his fallen allies. 0

The climbers’ astonished gazes burned into my back as the pope’s reverent voice resonated across the field. “Oh, goddess… please protect the wind.”0

I landed in front of the warlord. Bending my knees slightly, I grounded myself before spinning...1