C211 Galen Grant You the Spatial Fire!

The Chosen Gana rose with reverence.

She ascended the altar with deliberate steps.

Her breath quickened as she solemnly lifted the torch, the Fierce Wind Fire blazing within it.

Gana turned to face the pyre on the altar, took a deep breath, and brought the torch close.

"Great Gale."

"We are the children of the storm, the embodiments of the wind