Eldren. He may no longer have his memories, but the man could still remember his name, the names of those important to him, and the name of those that have wronged him. He still remembered his anger, and he still remembered the magic that he spent one year perfecting. He still remembered his weaknesses, that his incantations for his stronger spells were too long. Yeah. He knew his weaknesses, so now, he can use his new powers to cover for it.

Reappearing on the surface, only the slightest ruffling of wind on his pants showing that he was levitating using wind magics, the tomboy looked down at the sinkhole that was once an underground town. Yes, he enjoyed this overwhelming power. It felt good, in a taboo, disgusting manner. The sky had clouded over now, humidity and wind strength increasing. A storm was brewing as he murmured to himself. A manmade storm fueled by the elemental magics of a man in a woman's body. Yet, it was a focused storm, a condensed one who's fury only extended to the same size of the hole in the ground. From within the dark clouds, lightning crackled and thunder boomed, a spring tempest that was scaled down to 'plug' into a hole eaten by a monster.

He allowed his benefactor of a witch to leave, before promptly dropping the thunderclouds into the pit.

Eldren knew, through Riley's memories, that Fion was a Sword Arts user. A man of miracles, just like himself.

It would be improper to not use at least this level of magic against him.

Zero altitude thunderclouds met Fion as he ran his way up.