With every passing day, the lightning strikes grew stronger and stronger. It had come to a point where each one was loud enough to cause the ground to quake. Like the toll of a bell, it kept going once a day, every day.
It had come to a point where no one could sleep, not with that over their heads.
But that soon became worse when the spirit of the Nuwa Clan called the two commanders over as well as Ming Yue and Xuan Yin. As the group arrived, they noticed that the fairies were all hiding within the crevices of the trees. But their bodies still peeked out, trembling in a bit of fear.
But standing in front of the tree, they all cupped their fists and bowed.
"Great spirit, what is it that you would like to tell us?" Zi Jing asked.
The spirit formed her body of roots, stepping up to them with a solemn face.
