The screen showed the sky over Hongcheng in June, thick with roiling, dark clouds. Two armed helicopters that had been circling on alert above were now in a hasty retreat.
"Winds, rise!"
The moment the two armed helicopters pulled back, Su Zhou cried out softly. In that same instant, a dazzling, cyan-blue Thunder Light began to flicker around his body, seemingly in response to the roiling black storm clouds in the sky!
RUMBLE! Another, even more violent roar resounded. June in Hongcheng was always a time of clouds and rain, but now, for some unknown reason, the sky abruptly darkened as gales erupted from all directions!
In an instant, the winds surged and the clouds roiled, transforming the very sky. Between the layers of black clouds, cyan serpents of lightning writhed before erupting outwards!
And amidst the deafening thunder, a voice rang out, clearer than the roar of the storm itself!
"Thunder, Come Forth!"
