Lind felt like he had cast a thousand artifacts into his hearth and Forged them to the limit on top of making a thousand elixirs at the same time. He had unleashed the Storm of Defiance until that moment and he had no control over it.
It was pure chance it struck who he wanted or maybe his desire had influenced it a bit. Still, Fey had been nearly struck as well so he had been right to warn her.
He saw she was beyond her limits as well but they could recover in time in both their cases. He also had to use a sliver of his Dao to fly even as a dragon. Compared to the Storm Art, however, it was nothing.
He happily released it all and examined his dantian for any damage but all seemed well. He doubted he would be so lucky against more enemies in the future.
He had the element of surprise and Fey on his side that had also proven how dangerous she could be. They had won but burned a great many bridges doing it.
