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This time, the rumbling didn't dissipate immediately. It sustained itself for much longer, and even after it was gone, Hector began to hear even more unsettling noises coming from all directions. Cracking and groaning from the building itself--especially from above.

And seeing those winds out there, he couldn't help thinking that the roof might be coming off.

He rejoined the others and was glad to find the Rainlords already surrounding the Lorentians. Secretary Karr was trying to say something to him, but the rumbling returned again, louder and more violent than ever before.

Hector felt his feet move suddenly out from under him, and he was on the tiled floor before he even knew it. Disorientation reared up on him, compounded by all the noise and quaking, and all he could think to do was panic.

But that was only one thought process.

In another, he hadn't let go of what the Scarf was telling him.

That, too, was plenty confusing in its own way, as the roaring winds had apparently found their way inside and were running amok, tossing objects to and fro, swirling around everyone, and buffeting everything with punishing force.

But it wasn't that chaotic. True, it was perhaps the heaviest wind he'd ever sensed, but it was at least flowing in one general direction. He'd sensed much more confusing air currents sparring with Zeff. Compared to that, this wasn't so overwhelming.

So it took him a few moments to get his bearings, but he was able to figure out where everyone was--even while he himself was tumbling across the floor, crashing through tables, and toppling over counters.

He armored up and caught himself on the cafeteria's eastern wall. Then he started reaching out with his imagination to the Lorentians and armoring them up as well, ignoring the intensifying whirlwinds of chaos around them--ignoring even the fact that the ceiling and floor were both beginning to bend upwards.