Suspense — Air Of Wave -

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. 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. Air of Wave - Suspense

Elias lunged for the heavy iron railing of the lighthouse stairs, locking his arms through the bars. As the wave hit him, the world turned into a blur of grey and gold. He felt his feet leave the ground, his body becoming weightless yet crushed by a thousand atmospheres. He held his breath, his eyes bulging as he watched the town below begin to float away, piece by piece, into the silent, shimmering blue. Elias spun around

The Air of Wave had come to claim the coast, and this time, it wasn't going back out to sea. "Look at the birds, boy

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.

Suddenly, the humming stopped. The silence was deafening, a vacuum that sucked the breath from Elias’s lungs. The pressure dropped so fast his ears bled. Then, the horizon vanished.