Cherwood Borough, Holy Wind Cathedral.
Whooo!
A terrifying wind howled outside the cathedral. A visible mass of storm winds suddenly surged eastward, forming a savage, raging hurricane.
Wherever it passed, the oppressive fog scattered, its thick yellow and iron-black hues rapidly fading.
Countless brittle branches fell to the ground. Dust and soil rose into the air and were swept into the distance along with the fog.
Pedestrians' hats flew into the air. The fierce wind sent them staggering, and without holding on to trees or walls, they could not keep their footing.
The docks seemed to have been struck by a typhoon. The wind churned the water, and enormous waves battered the shore, throwing up clouds of spray.
Boom!
Thunder exploded overhead. Lightning darted through the clouds, and then rain came pouring down.
The torrential rain began washing the earth, scouring away filth and bacteria.
The edge of East Borough.
The Flame Spear, concealed with Conspiracy, successfully struck Lady Despair, setting off a violent explosion in the street. A pillar of fire shot more than ten meters into the air. Smoke billowed amid the flames, and countless fragments of shattered masonry sprayed out like bullets.
Yet Lady Despair's figure materialized in another direction. What had been blasted to pieces in her place was an unremarkable wand.
"As Pyromaniacs go, you're already the strongest I've ever seen. You should have had a bright future. What a pity you ran into me..." Lady Despair smiled as a sharp, crystalline Ice Spear formed in her palm.
"The Church of Storms reacted so quickly. Was it because they received word about me? Damn it, it's barely been any time at all. There can't have been many deaths yet. Even with the plague that will follow, this is far short of the results I expected!"