'What a waste. All that experience, gone.'
The Wyrm's luck had been truly abysmal. Swept into a cluster of raging tornadoes, it was hurled around like a leaf, spun relentlessly without the slightest chance to steady itself. It shrieked in fury over and over, but no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't regain control of its body, let alone launch an attack.
What puzzled Marcus was that the tornadoes hadn't torn it apart. This storm barrier was infamous for shredding even Divine Beasts, yet the Twin-Winged Thunder Wyrm was only a Mythic Beast. By all logic, it should have been ripped to pieces the moment it was caught inside.
There could only be one explanation. The Wyrm had truly adapted to the Storm Seal. It still couldn't resist the force of the tornadoes, but its body had evolved enough to survive them.
