The Arrival of the Seventh Spirit
The atmosphere began to change.
Slowly at first.
Then all at once.
The clear evening sky was swallowed by dark clouds rolling across the heavens. Layer after layer gathered until not even the faintest trace of sunlight remained.
The battlefield fell beneath an eerie twilight.
A deep rumble came from somewhere beyond the horizon.
Then the ground trembled.
Dust jumped from the earth with every vibration. Nearby trees bent and twisted beneath the sudden rise of the wind.
The gale swept across the plains with a low, vicious howl.
Even breathing began to feel difficult.
There was pressure in the air.
Something heavy.
Something that made every instinct scream that something enormous was about to happen.
Then—
Crack!
A pillar of lightning tore through the clouds.
It struck the ground hundreds of meters away with a deafening explosion.
For a brief moment, the entire battlefield was illuminated in blinding white.
