Sasha took a deep breath as she kept staring at the storm, and she wasn't buying herself time or to collect some courage. She was staring at the storm because she could resonate with the storm itself and tried to communicate with it. She didn't know why she thought she could communicate with it, but if the dark figures were born from the storm, that meant she could speak with it as well.
She slowly put her hand into the storm, and she felt like her fingers were being sliced, ripped, crushed, and ruptured at the same time. It was so painful that she retracted her fingers from the storm and she was amazed when both Elena and Mykel could survive and endure it.
"You're not getting sucked which means you're strong enough to get in there," Amaryllis said as she looked at Sasha's fingers that looked burned.
"Yes, but I think I can do something about this storm. I think I can try to communicate with it," Sasha nodded her head as she looked up.
