The Zephyr clan leader narrowed his eyes as he too noticed the descending island. The winds around him picked up violently, swirling into a deadly whirlwind. "Focus on the flag!" he yelled to his clan members. "Forget the Harpies, we take it now or it's over!"
The final phase of the race had begun. As the Terra clan's island descended into the heart of the storm, a blinding bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds, striking the edge of the floating rock. The crack of thunder was deafening, and the impact sent chunks of the island flying. One large fragment of rock broke off, plummeting into the storm below, disappearing into the chaos.
Garrok and his team braced themselves, the island trembling beneath them. Another flash lit the sky, and this time, the lightning came closer, grazing the stone just feet away from Garrok. The island was falling apart under the relentless fury of the storm, and they hadn't even made their move yet.
