Altair crashes to the ground as his wings weighed him down. Without hesitation he cuts off his wings with slices of air. His wings were a small price to pay for the greater good. He had to admit that this foe was strong.<br/><br/>"Death may be certain, but the hour is not. Instead of trying to prevent something that cannot be prevented, it would be better to do something meaningful in the meantime." Altair says as he stands up to defend himself.<br/><br/>Creatures of death and shadow surrounded him, but he had to stand his ground. With his staff in hand he began to chant encantations. The blade glowed with the power of Light, Wind, and Life. With quick agile movements he slashed at the skeletons, breaking bone and marrow. The grotesque zombies were a sickening sight to behold as the gathered closer to him. Twirling his staff, Altair sliced their heads, limbs, and bodies. The bottom half of his staff, stabbed it's victims and drew blood. Ghosts and banshees were immune to physical attacks because most of their entity was in the spiritual realm, not the physical.<br/><br/>Altair's staff glowed brightly as it shot off bolts of Life at them. Being transparent no more, Altair struck with the might of his kin. When the battle ceased so did Altair's hurricane. Altair scowled at Caludar as blood streaked across his face.<br/>"Waking up the dead. How sick can you be? These creatures deserved to be resting in peace until the End of Days, and you showed no respect at all! You used them as your pawns disturbing them from their sleep, and then you forced me to kill them! FOR THAT I CAN GIVE YOU NO MERCY!" Altair said as he awoke the storming fury within him.<br/><br/>A new power awoke within him. His body went from an emerald green to a snow white, strange black markings appeared across his body. His piercing orange eyes turned a crimson red as his pupils narrowed. His whole body was coursing with renewed power. He took to the air, levitating with his Wind powers. The power of STORM now empowered him. "Prepare yourself."