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The whole building was coming apart. Hector could sense it more clearly with each passing second. The wind's fury was extending throughout the entire buckling structure.

But there was worse news. The Scarf was telling him about something particularly horrible outside, something that wasn't yet fully formed but that seemed like it soon would be. A gigantic, swirling funnel descending slowly from the cloudy sky.

A tornado.

And it was far too close to the building. The airport terminal was already barely holding together. That thing was going to rip through it like a drill.

Hector didn't have much time to think. He'd never sensed a fucking tornado before with the Scarf, but this one seemed absolutely gigantic and probably unstoppable. He just did whatever he could to prepare everyone, thickening their armor and strengthening it with his soul. Through the mayhem, he could vaguely sense some of the Rainlords doing similar work. Copper from Fidel Blackburn was even occasionally mixing in with his iron, adding layers on top of layers and providing walls for everyone.

By now, the roof and ceiling were both gone, replaced only by open sky and a storm of dust and rubble. The floor was threatening to go as well, but for the moment, it was holding together.

More concerning to Hector's mind was all of this highly conductive metal in the area. The wind and debris were the primary problems, of course, but there was still lightning to worry about, too. So he set to work simultaneously, trying to create large towers outside in order to attract any stray bolts, but the winds out there were so furious that his work could hardly even finish forming before being shredded to pieces.

He did hear a crashing boom, though, and promptly sensed the explosive dispersion of an already-crumbling iron tower. So maybe it had worked, after all.