The sky above was an ever-twisting mass of dark clouds and spiraling energy. The vortex loomed, its tendrils still snaking through the heavens, feeding on the life force it had siphoned from the land below.
Erend and Eccar hovered in the air with eyes that locked on the churning mass above. They had been waiting for what felt like hours, watching and expecting something, a sign, a shift, or anything, but the vortex remained as it was, a silent, foreboding presence.
Erend's jaw tightened as he continued to scan the vortex, his mind racing.
"Nothing," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. "It's not doing anything. What is it waiting for? Is it really just going to stay silent like this?!"
Eccar remained quiet for a moment. Then he spoke, "We've been waiting for too long. It's not going to act soon I guess. We should stop waiting for it to show its hand."
Erend glanced at him. "You mean…"
