Jina Hava - God of the Wind

Far from the vanity of earthly troubles, he was the breath of the world. He breezed the vast emptiness of the sky, and rested peacefully in the deepest caves. His breath filled the newborn and returned to him when they passed. He gave strength to the fires and mighty waves.
All are embraced with his breath, all bathe in the glory of the great spirit. His image is flexible and cunning; his shape is aerial and fluid; his fragility is deceptive. He is the furious rage of the storm and the tender peace of the calm. He is omnipresent; he is undound.
But in the stream of endless wars, the darkness fell upon the world, and he could not stay aside. In his material aspect, he joined the battle.

Let the chaos stretch its dark tentacles throughout the realm, let the demons pour from the depths of hell - they will not stand. He disperses the darkness with the light of his hands; his mane is blazing with the heat of desert storms; his wings are streams of the wind; his tail is the vortex of scorching and freezing air.

He can't lose, because he is life itself .
He is Jina Hava - God of the Wind