Ever wondered what it'd look like when the sun and a storm appeared at the same time, within the same skies?
Well, it wasn't a pretty sight I'll tell you that..
The moment I activated the skill
The sky tore itself open.
Lightning — pillars of golden-white fire, thick as redwoods — speared the earth without pause, without mercy. Each strike detonated with a crack that split the air, thunder rolling over thunder until the sound had no break, only rage.
Wind didn't blow. It spiked. It knifed through the streets in sudden, shrieking currents, ripping sideways, then up, then down — as if the air itself was being beaten.
And the rain —
Not drops. Not sheets.
It was a hammering, droning downpour of furious judgement, whole buckets hurled from a sky that wanted blood. It hit the ground so hard it bounced back up as mist, then got beaten down again.
The storm wasn't coming.
