Air Of Wave - Suspense -

A massive wall of distorted air—invisible but for the way it warped the light—rushed toward the shore at silent, impossible speeds. It didn't splash; it shattered. Trees didn't bend; they snapped like glass.

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. 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." A massive wall of distorted air—invisible but for

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. Elias lunged for the heavy iron railing of