Occasional flashes of light from the clouds above illuminated John's figure, revealing his face for all to see. None of them recognized him, but they could tell he was a young boy by his features.
The sky suddenly opened up, and rain washed down on the entire sect, as if a waterfall from the heavens had opened up above the sect.
The clothes and hair of all those within the sect quickly became soaked, and a howling wind chilled them to their core. Trees toppled from the might of the winds blanketing the sect, while streets quickly became flooded. It was truly as if the apocalypse had arrived for the sect.
"Who is that?" a petrified disciple mustered the courage to ask.
"Is he a god? How did he survive that lightning?" another disciple muttered in fear.
Most of those within the sect looked up at John as if he were some fabled god, but several Elder's scrunched their eyes as they closely inspected him.
