Elias spun around. It was Silas, a man whose face looked like a map of every storm he’d survived. He was pointing a trembling finger at the horizon. "Look at the birds, boy."
Suddenly, the humming stopped. The silence was deafening, a vacuum that sucked the breath from Elias’s lungs. The pressure dropped so fast his ears bled. Then, the horizon vanished. Air of Wave - Suspense
The Air of Wave had come to claim the coast, and this time, it wasn't going back out to sea. Elias spun around
A massive wall of distorted air—invisible but for the way it warped the light—rushed toward the shore at silent, impossible speeds. It didn't splash; it shattered. Trees didn't bend; they snapped like glass. "Look at the birds, boy
The humidity on the coast of Blackwood Bay didn't just sit on your skin; it felt like a physical weight, a damp shroud that smelled of salt and secrets. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the jagged cliffs, watching the tide roll in. But the Atlantic wasn't behaving.