The sky itself swallowed me whole, flinging me through an endless expanse of churning tempests. There was no ground, no sky, no sense of direction—only motion. I was tossed about like a ragdoll in a hurricane.
I was expecting the wind elixir to begin rummaging through my stomach, just like the fire elixir did. I was forced to admit that I'd been underestimating the difference between these strange forces. I felt no pain at all from the insides of my body, the method of attack employed by the wind elixir was entirely different.
Instinctively, I tried to resist, attempting to force control over the chaotic currents. Big mistake. The moment I exerted my will, the winds roared in defiance, tossing me around even faster and more furiously. It was as if they mocked me for daring to shackle them.
I struggled mightily to right myself mid-air, but each movement only sent me spiraling into another gust, another wind elemental force flinging me wherever it pleased.
Control was impossible.
