Every Man for Himself (9)

A gust of wind rose.

The wind was so powerful that every window in the room shattered.

Was it a blessing in disguise?

The gust swept the smoke filling the room out through the broken windows.

It became a little easier to breathe.

The gust, born from the clash between the cold air outside and the heat inside the room, showed no sign of letting up.

We watched our opponent tensely.

It stung as if a high-frequency sound were scorching the back of my head.

I felt a sense of danger.

I had encountered her strength before...