"Wind, thunder, water..."
"Elementalization..."
Ostun muttered to himself, his face a mask of awe and gravity.
He watched the dark green Withering Wind turn life to dust, the azure light of destructive thunder annihilate all matter, and the cerulean, endless flood devour everything.
'So pure, so close to the essence. Those old geezers from the Inheritance Sect... cooped up in the Sanctuary, gnawing on relics for a decade. It seems they've finally chewed out something real.'
The Gray Robe Attendant beside him—or rather, the Wizard from the Silver Tower—spoke up.
"Breath of Withering, Annihilating Lightning, the Endless Spring... The relics they've fused with are shifting their very life forms closer to becoming phenomena themselves. Calvin is becoming a part of the withering, Raphael is transforming into pure, destructive thunder, and the boundaries of Sigrid's existence are merging with endless water."
Ostun's eyes narrowed slightly.
