The air trembled as the Sky Talon let out a cry that shattered the clouds. Its voice, unlike Judge's will, was not just to intimidate, no it was to command — an order for the very air to obey.
The wind thickened, turned solid, no longer an invisible force but a weapon with form and intent. It twisted and coiled like a living beast, swirling around the cloudweaver like a snake predating over its prey.
Judge heard a crack, once, twice — but the ship needed more than that to be destroyed, it was an emergency resource after all, and it needed to be sturdy enough to hold even against an adult dragon.
Lediya stood on the ship's deck, unbothered by the solid air around her. She held two dark blades that gleamed even without light. She did not make any hasty movements and observed as the bird readied for another attack.
