Chapter 502 - 502

The wind-and-lightning mage, seeing the wooden walls erupt around him, didn't panic. He gathered the swirling winds, not into a destructive cyclone, but into a tightly compressed vortex around his body. Then, with a focused mental command, he unleashed the built-up pressure outward in a series of concussive blasts. The wooden walls didn't just splinter; they were ripped apart at the molecular level where the compressed air met their structure, creating gaping holes and momentarily disrupting their rapid growth. Simultaneously, he channeled lightning not for brute force, but for sensory input, the electric currents dancing along the wooden surfaces, mapping their structure and the speed of their growth in his mind.