Its like the wind itself

The sky was not quiet already. The intention was flowing, not the wind. A huge crossbow floated slowly in the air. The dryer was standing on it. The woodwork underneath his feet sounded fine. "There you go." Naird turned on the sword. The blade slid through the air in a wave of waves. At that moment. Wilder's air raid Masked silhouettes popped out through the fog. I was flying in the sky, but I couldn't see the wings. Wind, water, and shadows were their feet and wings. Sea Wild Airborne Ice crystals condense in the air and form like scaffolding. Shadow Wild Sky Baylor Spread the shadow in the air and close the view. The angle of attack is distorted. Wooden Wilde flirtatious Using a bow with a piece of wood and wind. It's not an arrow, but a "trajectory." "It's here." The dryer pulled the crossbow. Not iron, but a bow made of roots and bones rang. The shot from the air did not fly straight. Curving in the wind, it penetrated the eye hole of the mask. Naird dug in between. The sword was separated and scattered in the air. Each spun like a wave, tearing the Wilder's mold apart. then Monsters in the sky overlap Wilder wasn't the only one. As if they had opened the way, aerial creatures flocked. Sky Carapace rushed from the front. The crust reflected the sunlight and tried to crash. The dryer rotated the crossbow vertically. The bullet lodged in the gap below the deck, The roots grew like explosions inside. The Polar Mist Drapper unfurled the mist from behind. The air freezes everywhere it passes. Naid lowered his sword. The blade shook and split the water like a sound wave. The fog separates like it's tearing, and the passage opens. Sky Mirror Dozens of silhouettes move at the same time. "It's fake." Dried didn't see the substance. Instead, I read the flow of the wind. Only one point is off. There was a bullet in there, The illusion collapsed like a glass was broken in the air. Coastal Island, Wilder's Shelter Let's break through the battle An island was exposed under the sky. Cliffs and corals, a place where trees and ruins are intertwined. It was pristine on the surface. but The coral was arranged like a barrier The trees were not roots, they stretched out like watch lines There was a moving shadow under the sea "I set it up here." Naird said lowly. At that moment, the Sahakins came to mind at sea. Teeth and spears, and waves. behind the scenes Wilder reappears. I'm not running away this time. "This is the boundary." The dryer pivoted the crossbow again. "Yes." Naird rearranged the bigham. "Of course" Both said at the same time. "Push it out from here." the sky, the sea, and the island The three battlefields overlap The battle moves on to the next phase