Suddenly, Oliver dashes towards the swirling tornadoes, fearlessly defying their ominous presence. Not a trace of doubt drags him down as he launches himself forward like a soaring eagle. His intense gaze remains fixed as he sprints through the vast expanse of grassland, his nimble feet hardly pausing. Oliver continues, undeterred by the danger ahead.

     Gregory exhales sharply, watching Oliver sprint towards the tornadoes. He nervously bites his lip, contemplating whether to follow or intervene. Before he can move, a sudden tap on his shoulder startles him. Turning around, he sees Sarrah pulling him back.

"It's too dangerous. Don't be stupid," Sarrah told Gregory, pulling him back.

Gregory looked at Bethany and immediately met her gaze.

"Don't worry, Greg. It will be alright," Bethany assured him, slightly smiling.

Gregory then glanced at his cousin, Edgar.

"Remember, Oli possesses the power to control, manipulate, and summon elements," Edgar stated. "If he wills it, he can cease those tornadoes."

     Gregory turns around, looking at the approaching tornadoes. The swirling vortexes reach the heavens, prompting Gregory to tilt his head upward. As lightning illuminates the dark, cloudy sky, their reflections flicker in Gregory's sharp, dark eyes, leaving his mouth agape.

"Greg..." Sarrah groaned, sensing the recklessness brewing within Gregory.

Gregory glanced over his shoulder, looking at his friends with worry as he raised his voice. "But I must be with him!"

     Gregory took off running, relentlessly trailing after his beloved. But before he could advance to the grassland, Edgar, Sarrah, and Bethany swiftly caught up, gripping him firmly and pulling him back from danger. Gregory's eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he gasped deeply.

"No!" Gregory cried out.

"Greg, Oliver has been fulfilling these duties for years without harm," Sarrah stated. "If you truly care for him, you need to trust his abilities."

"Yeah. And don't intervene. It will only distract him!" Edgar added.

Gregory panted loudly, dropping to his knees as he helplessly watched his spouse run towards the tornadoes.

"Hey, Greg," Bethany knelt beside Gregory, addressing him calmly. "I understand you only want to protect your spouse. But I need you to understand that he is one of the most powerful men in the world. He can handle those tornadoes with ease, like holding a sheet of paper."

     Gregory's heartbeat pounds against his chest, punching through his ribs. His muscles tense, coiled with anticipation, while his hands clench his trousers tightly. He gnashes his teeth, furrowing his brows deeper.

     Crowds flood the roads as they brim at the open gateway. Eager faces fill the space, their cheers and claps slicing through the air. Men and women spill onto the streets as they witness the Remaining Podeshire heading towards the tornadoes.

"Look! Oh, look!"

"It's the Remaining Podeshire, saving the city like always!"

     Whistles and applause resound, blending with the crowd's joyful roars that envelop the atmosphere. People pour out of the city gate, standing behind Gregory and his friends, forming a united front. Crowds gather and clap, watching as they beam broad smiles.

     Oliver comes to a sudden, abrupt halt. His hands lean onto his knees as he bends his back, gasping for air. Beads of sweat stream down his forehead as he glances at his back and spots the growing assembly of keen crowds.

     With the wind fiercely dragging him forward, Oliver's eyes fix on the first tornado. He sees its massive form dominating the sky between the other two swirling forces of nature. Oliver straightens his back and bends a knee. Then, he propels himself forward, sprinting towards the tornado in the middle.

     The crowd bursts into an uproar of jubilation. Cheers and shouts fill the air, blending with the electrifying atmosphere of anticipation. Excitement sweeps through the land like a ferocious wildfire.

     Gregory glances to his left. He sees crowds watching with beaming smiles and elated grins. Gregory then looks to the opposite side. There, he spots every man and woman radiating joy as they applaud.

     Slowly, the burden that had weighed him down lifted off Gregory's shoulders. The tightness around his head began to loosen, granting him the freedom to breathe more deeply. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Gregory locked his eyes on his beloved spouse in the distance and rose to his quivering feet, joining the exclaiming crowd.

"Just watch," Sarrah smirked as she crossed her arms.

"Will he be alright?" Gregory asked worryingly.

"He'll be fine, okay?" Edgar reassured his cousin with a friendly grin, nudging him lightly.

     Thunder growls in the sky, casting the surroundings into darkness reminiscent of dusk. The wind howls, its eerie screeches resembling the cries of living creatures. The whirling noises send shivers down everyone's spines, evoking an icy coldness. Yet, the sight of the Remaining Podeshire elicits thunderous cheers from the crowd, their applause drowning out the violent gusts.

     Nevertheless, a sense of impending danger continues to grip Gregory, causing his heart to race. He clings tightly to his overcoat as whispers infiltrate his mind, urging him to open it. Slowly, Gregory reaches into a pocket and retrieves a long, dark sceptre with a gold orb adorning its tip.

     Gregory wraps his hands around the smooth black sceptre. He then places it gently against his chest. Trying to steady himself, he takes a slow, deep breath through his mouth.