Maynila, capital of the Filipinas.

It was now 7.00 a.m. Street food stalls were already emerging at every corner of the streets. This was a country that was known for their fruit exports, and fruit was a quintessential part of their breakfast. That said, there were also stalls offering beef bone soup, seafood rice, adobo, and so on and so forth. The sky wasn’t bright yet, but the city was already stirring into the usual hustle and bustle of things.

Just then, one of the stall owners shuddered wildly, and then turned to the stall owner next to him, “Did you feel that? Why does it feel like there’s suddenly a cold front sweeping in?”

“That’s right…” The other stall owner hugged his arms and shivered softly, “That’s strange. We’ve never had such cold mornings here in the tropics--…”

Whoosh!!!

As he spoke, a mighty gale suddenly picked up out of nowhere, sending trash and litter, and even some of the roadside stores flying off the ground as though they were completely weightless! Both merchants and pedestrians alike screamed at the top of their voices as they crouched down instinctively.

Clang! An iron pot filled with water was sent hurtling into the air like a kite with a broken string, before finally landing several hundreds of meters away. Likewise, stools, chairs and other cooking equipment were also sent flying everywhere, and the usual orderly bustle of the morning instantly devolved into chaos. The terrifying gust of wind lasted for about a dozen more seconds before it finally subsided.

Even then, nobody...