Gods Wind Mana 1

Hurtling down, I was reminded of a very similar scene from when I was just a toddler, thrown off the edge of the mountain in order to save my mother.

A thousand scenarios ran through my head as I struggled to decide on the best option to take. The silver panther that had dragged me down to hell was out cold from my choke and was helplessly falling beneath me.

Uttering a string of curses, I slowly balanced myself on top of the unconscious mana beast and exerted mana into my legs. The scene around me was a constant blur from the speed that we were dropping.

“Windsom would understand!” I convinced myself aloud as I propelled myself off the panther.

With the push, I had slowed down but not nearly enough, and there was no place to grab onto on the edge of the cliff.

Another scene flashed into my head; it was the time when I had fallen down the hole in the dungeon, Widow’s Crypt.

‘Was falling down deep chasms going to be some sort of reoccurring theme in my life?’

A surge of wind gathered into my palms as I stared straight down at the approaching ground, concentrating on coalescing my mana into the spell.

Now!

[Typhon’s Howl]

Releasing the spell gathered my palms, the blast of wind surged toward the ground, a deafening screech echoing throughout the steep ravine.

Gritting through the pain in my arms as they held the brunt of the strain from the recoil, I continued exerting mana into the spell.

I could feel the force of the spell negating my fall as I came to a slow hover. Suspending Typhon’s Howl, I dropped down the remaining few meters onto the ground in the center of the blast radius.