The world around them seemed charged with energy as violet lightning crackled and lashed out across the skies, creating an awe-inspiring yet terrifying spectacle. Tornadoes, born of that same electrical fury, twisted and spun menacingly in the distance.
The two men, Victor and Arjun, stood on one of the myriad floating islands dotting this tumultuous landscape, the vastness of the skies and the chaos unfolding in them dwarfing their figures.
Victor, smiling with an assurance born out of knowledge, pointed out a seemingly safe pathway through the chaotic skies. "If you head in that direction," he began, gesturing with a hint of superiority, "my findings indicate that no creatures should be flying overhead at this time."
Arjun, casting a wary eye at the storm-ridden skies, nodded his thanks, "Thank you for the advice. Our alliance was mutually beneficial," he responded with a firm handshake, "I hope the path ahead favors you and your team."
