The sky cracked, swirling clouds clashed, releasing a deafening roar of thunder and lighting. Darkness loomed the very moment and wind rose into a tempest as high waves started to form in the great sea. Each roar of the thunder seemed to rupture the sky, disrupting the natural flow of things, and shudder the heart of men.
Inari shuddered, crouching on her knees, looking around. Her eyes drifted from the sudden changes to the youth who finally stopped working with no indication of surprise in his eyes. It was as if he was waiting for it to start.
Elior exchanged a glance with her and that seemed to surprisingly comfort her. The suit had not been repaired yet, but Elior did not seem to be discontent about it. As the sky roared, he opened his storage equipment to store the suit first, and then brought out a Sleek spear a couple of heads taller than him.
