The storm shifted, and the moment it did, Emery felt his stomach sink as he recognized exactly what was happening.
The tribulation was adapting.
The violet lightning swirling above gradually condensed, each violent current growing denser and sharper until the bolts themselves took on the gleam of forged steel. Threads of metallic radiance intertwined throughout the clouds, and before long the entire storm seemed to have transformed into a sea of pure Metal Law.
"A Metal Tribulation..." one of the Karat elders muttered hoarsely.
Of course it was.
The heavens never attacked blindly. They struck directly at the cultivator's greatest foundation, turning their strongest comprehension into the source of their greatest trial. Rosin Karat had cultivated Metal Law for thousands of years until it became inseparable from his very existence, and now the heavenly tribulation had responded in kind, forging lightning designed specifically to overwhelm everything he understood.
