I stepped in front of him. My body was vibrating, my vision turning a stark, crystalline white. The "surge" was no longer a burden; it was a weapon. I reached out both hands, and for the first time, I didn't just feel my power—I commanded it.
"Celestial Law: Path of the First Light!"
A pillar of pure, unblemished white energy erupted from my chest, slicing through the black storm clouds like a hot blade through wax. I wasn't just pushing the wind aside; I was rewriting the space in front of us, creating a vacuum of calm amidst the chaos.
"Go!" I yelled, my voice sounding like grinding metal. "I'll hold the tunnel open! Find your brother!"
Fafnir didn't hesitate. He surged into the white-lit tunnel, his form a streak of crimson.
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As Fafnir disappeared into the eye of the storm, the Black Gale Company arrived at the entrance of my path.
