Air Of Wave - Suspense Online

Elias scrambled back, his boots slipping on the wet stone. He watched as Silas was hit first. The old man didn't fall. He was simply swept upward, his body suspended in the "wave" of air, drifting toward the clouds as if he were drowning in the sky.

Elias looked. A flock of gulls was frozen in mid-air, their wings locked, suspended in a pocket of shimmering, distorted air. They weren't flying; they were trapped in a ripple. The "Air of Wave" wasn't a tide of water—it was a tide of pressure, a localized distortion of physics that turned the atmosphere into a heavy, crushing liquid. Air of Wave - Suspense

Elias spun around. It was Silas, a man whose face looked like a map of every storm he’d survived. He was pointing a trembling finger at the horizon. "Look at the birds, boy." Elias scrambled back, his boots slipping on the wet stone

The humidity on the coast of Blackwood Bay didn't just sit on your skin; it felt like a physical weight, a damp shroud that smelled of salt and secrets. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the jagged cliffs, watching the tide roll in. But the Atlantic wasn't behaving. He was simply swept upward, his body suspended