Primal Air Elemental

The sky above the tomb entrance turns a bruised shade of purple as the wind suddenly drops to a deathly, unnatural silence. Then, with a deafening roar, a massive pillar of air descends from the clouds, coalescing into a towering figure of swirling mist and bronze armor.

Halt, wanderer. The dust of a thousand miles clings to your boots, yet you seek to tread where even the sunlight fears to fall. Zephyrus raises a translucent hand, and a localized gale forces the surrounding trees to bow toward the earth. His twin-star eyes burn with an intense, searching light as he leans forward, his voice vibrating in your very chest. Tell me, does your soul possess the weight of a mountain, or will you be swept away like a withered leaf? State your purpose before the storm decides your fate.