Air Of Wave - Suspense -

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

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 scrambled back, his boots slipping on the wet stone