The Rumbly Younger Brothers

On a hill just south of the Lane Field forest, a beautiful young man in priestly robes soared through the air, his long golden hair streaming behind him.

His name was Rubelmeria. He was a high-ranking Wind Spirit.

A flock of wyverns with greenish-brown scales beat their wings as they pursued Rubelmeria. There were six of them—one was a large specimen.

"Grrr... How persistent. This is unpleasant. Extremely unpleasant."

Rubelmeria had tried to drive off the wyverns approaching the forest, only to end up being chased by them instead. He furrowed his brow without changing his expression.

The wyverns were fairly well coordinated, with the large one at their center.

So even when Rubelmeria whipped up a powerful wind, they immediately wheeled away to dodge it, then attacked again.

Rubelmeria put some distance between himself and the wyverns, then pierced the brow of one that closed in with a sharp blade of wind.

One down—but another circled around behind him, swooped in, opened its huge mouth, and tried to devour him.

Just then, a wind-cutting sound whistled through the air...