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So much to keep track of. Even with multiple thought processes, he was struggling. If he let up on his concentration, it would all just become a chaotic blur.

He could sense that the non-servants were being led down a flight of stairs. Getting everyone underground did seem like a good idea, but there was considerable rubble in the way. Roman and Salvador were digging through it while the others were preventing any new debris from falling on the group.

Before Hector could catch all the way up to them, however, the Scarf warned him about something much more important.

The tornado had turned around. It was heading straight towards them now.

He stopped walking, his mind racing. The others couldn't sense it. And with all this noise and chaos, he couldn't warn them. So what could he do, then?

Could he stop a tornado?

Probably not, he felt.

But he was about to find out for certain.

He eliminated some of his armor to lighten it and let himself get swept away by the wind. This was quite possibly the stupidest idea he'd ever had, but he didn't see any faster way of getting up close to the tornado.

He tumbled through open air, leaving the terminal behind completely and doing his best to keep his bearings.

It almost impossible. The roaring winds were louder now than he could've ever imagined, and the constant movement--being tossed around like a rag doll--would've surely been one of the most disorienting things he'd ever experienced if it hadn't been the air itself that was doing it.

The Scarf of Amordiin was saving his ass here, and he knew it.

As he flew around the vortex, he could sense the full of the tornado and all of the streams of air flowing to and from it like a thousand tendrils destroying everything in their path. A gargantuan monster in its own right, connecting land and sky. Magnificent. And terrible.