The Ring of Storms manipulates atmosphere itself—pressure, oxygen fraction, wind shear, charge gradients—too volatile for close formation flying, so it was shelved.
Aetheris wears it like a conductor’s baton. Landing on Earth as Dr. Aya Theron, a respected atmospheric scientist at Highgate’s orbital weather center, she integrates into launch schedules and satellite taskings while secretly drafting meteorological kill-plans: targeted microbursts over airbases, hypoxia pockets in tunnels, precision lightning on comms hubs, storm walls to blind early-warning radar.
Her mission is sky supremacy: own the air on invasion day so nothing launches, nothing sees, nothing breathes without her leave. She also profiles Earth’s heroes’ respiratory and sensory vulnerabilities; if Mimesis copies her, she collapses the oxygen around him and watches whether he or the ring blinks first.
Aetheris is elegant, unnervingly calm, and treats disasters like choreography—every gust a step toward silence.