The wind encircles around me, blowing both my hair and robe up. But I did not stop there, I increase the output of my blessing. I need to create at least a single tornado. Now that my magick is too little, I need to feel Anitun Tabu closer than before.
I kneel and touch the ground. I may look like an unskilled mage for doing this, but it doesn’t matter. Creating a tornado needs a lot of magick, and I need a closer connection to Anitun Tabu for that.
The headaches worsen and instead of just touching the ground; I lean on it and hope that I won’t fall to the ground before I can defeat Nihal. My vision blurs and I feel so close to being unconscious.
“Oh, so you are a wind type of mage?” Nihal asks.
I glare at him, but then I groan in pain. It’s becoming too much.
Nihal frowns, and then
