A gentle, tranquil breeze blew. Like a caress to the heart, the city of wind, <Windalia>, had a nice breeze throughout the year. And, riding in that gentle wind, arrived a wind devil. In order to track down the whereabouts of the floating fluffy evil wind, rely on the rumors of the wind.
Suddenly, a whirlwind arises instead of a gentle breeze that flows through the wind capital, a superior rough and violent wind. The one bodied high wind machine sparked, and changed the air of the city. To strike the wind, use the power of burning flames. A headwind blows to its destination.
A green shadow shot through the sky freely, it is a green wyrmling. Small wing-beats accelerated, tornadoes were born, a cluster strikes the city of wind. The dragon flying in the sky, the occurrence of the tornado, the people remember the horror.