Storms kill. They are meant to. But we can surpass them. Or avert them. But how? If you have the power to control the storm, would you choose to kill or save people? Or would you become the storm itself to capture what you want and fly away with it?
Volca waited for Huo to exit the Celestial Palace. But unfortunately she found him leaving with his mother along with him. This time she followed him close into the woods to a palace she was least familiar with.
He went into a forest. Green and thick. He walked towards the river banks through the woods easily knowing his way around with his mother. But before him stood her. Aqua. Looking too pale and tired. Something looked wrong with her. Something fishy. Something serious. Volca watched her running towards Huo. He hugged her and let her go since his mother was watching them.
