Chapter 65

"Venti? How dare you!? I am not a Venti!." Lightning crept through his veins and he held his breath when he struck again.

Maks gazed at the maelstrom of dust, it looked like rushing dam water only dusty. He gulped and faced Tempest. "Technical question, is it the whole world? Or is it just one region?"

His eyes blazed with electricity.

"Because it seems to me like you can do a lot worse!"

A gust of wind tossed, turned him, It dragged him in upside down. The hurricane beneath Tempest whipped like a helicopter as he spiralled around him.

"I assure you..." He read his library card. "Maks Anchorman."_and tossed it away. "That the world will know how truly DANGEROUS dust storms can be. Even the government won't recover from this."

"Well la-di-da. This all sounds like some climate change propaganda."

Tempest's eyes lit up. "You're not far from it my boy." Maks looked down and eyes rounded at the dusty tempest and the ghastly storm in the shape of horses leaping inside hungry for his do
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