The storm devils were dressed in brown clothes that would make them blend with the desert sands. They wore a scarf around their head and face, leaving only a small hole behind.
On their backs hung hooked blades.
And for an instant, they seemed to hang in the air. Storm and all seemed to freeze before they all shot down towards the sand like a sinking stone.
Slya blinked. "What in the... raise the shield!"
The storm devils sank into the sand and disappeared from view. Even the blowing wind calmed down, and if Slya hadn't seen them personally with her eyes, then she would have argued with anyone that they weren't there.
"Just what just happened?" Astra asked. His hand was on the spear, and it was tight. They'd all heard that the major problem to face were the storm devils.
It was one thing to be told about your enemy and another thing entirely to face an enemy, especially since one knows nothing about the said enemies.
