The shockwave shook the entire realm as Clyde's lightning collided with Fūjin's barrier of wind.
A roaring explosion of stormlight and turbulence cracked through the clouds and splitting the golden sky with veins of white and green energy. But it wasn't over.
Fūjin did not fall. He surged forward and pushing through the lightning like an uncaged beast. Complete with a snarl filled with fury.
The winds around him screamed louder and become sharper. Its no longer a breeze but a whirling tempest of wond that as sharp as blades.
Clyde narrowed his eyes and cut the lightning off, letting the current dissipate into sparks.
There, in the sky ahead, Fūjin hovered while still untouched by his attack.
No blood or burns on his body.
Wind danced violently around his body, tearing through the air with the hiss of razors. His green cloak rippled. His silver hair flared in all directions and his face that before was grinning now burned with pure fury.
He had seen the truth.
