Matt POV
If it was not an area attack, then he must have cast something else entirely.
Something like a—
A violent gust of wind slammed into me from behind, catching me completely off guard.
Lioren was floating high above the arena with a pair of wings on his back, with his massive wind sword aimed straight at me.
He was now full-blown, having a face of ecstasy
I face him head-on as well and thought. "Looks like it is time for phase two."
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Lioren POV
I was born as an awakened weaver.
They called me a genius before I understood what that meant.
I remember standing on a stone platform, barely tall enough to see over the railing. Wind gathered around my hands without effort, responding as if it had been waiting for me.
I transmuted thrum at seven years old.
I was not even aware I was doing anything special. I remember thinking the air felt warm, and it felt obedient.
The maids froze.
