A gigantic tsunami loomed over him.
He was an ant before it, its vast width blotting out the skies and bearing down like a god's wrath made manifest.
The physics of it made no sense, nor did the sheer concentration of aether he felt pressing against him; in what world did sand move as fluidly as this? As fluidly as water?
'I'm going to die.'
PAH!
His elemental aether mantle flickered weakly against the avalanche, then promptly shattered, the foreign ice and wind aether in his body thickening to a point of almost no return.
The sudden spike of pain tore him from his daze, and his expression hardened.
His core exploded into motion, cycling swaths of aether across his body, tearing through everything in its path, whether it be his own bones and flesh or the foreign aether invading him.
He didn't have the luxury of carefully minimizing harm.
FAH!
