Tangere's intuition was razor-sharp.
The natural disasters plaguing the World of Eldoria were the planet's desperate distress signal. The world was subconsciously mobilizing its own immune system, wielding the elements in a frantic attempt to purge the foreign pathogen invading its core.
The reaction was even more violent out at sea.
Hurricanes coalesced over the open ocean, merging wind and rain into a hammer that pounded the globe. Wherever the storms passed, tsunamis followed, towering walls of water that swallowed horizons. Beneath the surface, the tectonic plates ground against each other with such violence that even the deep-sea leviathans were forced to flee.
The Kraken, massive and ancient, broke the surface, bobbing amidst the wreckage of the waves.
"Chief, what in the hell is Orion doing? Is he trying to crack the world in half?"
