This was the Withering Wind, the power that had made Calvin famous. It was the physical embodiment of his life form's evolution toward the concept of "withering" after he stepped onto the path of Elementalization—a power potent enough to turn a forest into a wasteland in an instant and fill a city with Wandering Souls.
Yet, faced with a Withering Wind that would make even a powerful expert pale, Noe VII plunged into it without the slightest hesitation.
A brilliant and warm golden radiance flowed from his body. The Withering Wind buffeted the golden light, yet it was like waves crashing against an ancient reef, dissipating in vain, unable to erode it in the slightest!
"No—! Noe VII! This is heresy! You dare twist the doctrines of the God of Truth! You dare..." Calvin's voice, distorted by the howling gales, was filled with despair and venomous hatred.
But he never got to finish his accusation.
