"I am the fiercest storm! I should be the one tearing apart the invaders!"
"You think you can run faster than the wind? You have made a fatal mistake."
"You abandoned your honor and want to flee like cowards? Then die!"
The three remaining Lords of the Four Winds from the Conclave of Wind—Rohash, Lord of the East Wind; Anshal, Lord of the West Wind; and Nezir, Lord of the North Wind—appeared before the two of them.
The three Lords of the Four Winds of the Conclave of Wind were immensely powerful. Their auras were only slightly weaker than Thunderaan's.
Just as the two were about to fight side by side, Al'Akir the Windlord's enormous body appeared and forcibly dragged Thunderaan away, pulling him to the pinnacle of the Throne of the Four Winds.
"Thunderaan, you betrayed me! Now, let me see what you gained from him that gave you the nerve to face me!" Al'Akir the Windlord's voice echoed throughout Skywall.
Al'Akir the Windlord had forcibly dragged Thunderaan away by relying on his absolute authority over Skywall. He could command any wind elemental, and Thunderaan was naturally included. Thus, even Med'an could not stop him.
Med'an naturally could not allow Thunderaan to face Al'Akir the Windlord alone and was determined to support him, but the three wind lords of the Conclave of Wind would not let him pass.
Just then, Thunderaan's voice came through as well. "Med'an, I can still hold on. Defeat them."
Since Thunderaan asked Med'an to trust him, Med'an naturally trusted his companion. He calmed down and looked toward the three Lords of the Four Winds.
Each Lord of the Four Winds possessed their own specialties. Anshal, Lord of the West Wind, played the role of a shadow priest healer. He could use gales to heal