Morning arrived much like every other day.
Yet before anyone resumed their usual routines, there was an unusual gathering in the center of their home.
One after another, every creature found themself lifting their heads toward the sky with solemn expressions, as though the sight above had stirred an instinctive warning deep within them.
Even Bolas had emerged from his secluded cave, his draconic eyes remaining fixed upon the sky without so much as a single word.
Layer after layer of enormous clouds stretched across their vision until not a single patch of blue remained. The sunlight struggled to break through, leaving the entire forest illuminated by a dim gray light that made everything feel strangely lifeless.
It resembled the beginning of a colossal storm. Their sheer scale alone was enough to make the entire forest feel smaller.
And yet, the scale of such clouds felt unnatural for an entirely different reason.
