A distant rumble shook the skies. To the mortals below, it sounded like the belly of a hungry, ancient beast looking to devour them. Dark clouds rolled in as Exile sculpted a grand storm with a barely concealed grin. He watched lightning crackle from the heavens, lighting the darkness and terrifying his enemies. Beneath the fury he had unleashed, the elves struggled through the muddy ground. Their heads hung low while their feet slipped beneath them.
Exile chuckled as he admired his work. 'I bet if the others saw this, they'd call me petty.' From his vantage point, he directed the endless downpour and guided the lightning to fell many great trees. The elves grew frustrated as they were slowed to a crawl due to his antics.
