"A little disappointing?" Fin repeated, then let out a light laugh. There was open contempt in his eyes as he looked Max over. "For someone at the 1st level of the Law Manifestation Realm, you talk awfully big."
As the words left his mouth, the atmosphere around him shifted.
The air inside the arena began to churn violently. Wind gathered around Fin in visible currents, spinning around his body faster and faster until the whole area seemed to warp.
At the same time, the golden halo above his head brightened and poured out a pure radiance that mixed with the raging wind.
Fin spread his wings. "Let me show you what the Angel Race can do."
Seven enormous cyclones took shape around him. Each one was several meters wide and packed with compressed wind law, and they spun so fast that their edges became almost invisible while sharp currents of air carved shallow grooves into the stone floor of the arena.
Fin raised one hand. "Wind Cyclone Turbine!"
