As the lightning bolts rained down upon the beast people's camp, chaos spread as they scrambled to escape the destructive onslaught. With haste, they gathered their wounded comrades, leaving behind those who could not move. The once serene camp nestled in the mountainous terrain was now ablaze, its structures consumed by the merciless flames.
When Rain finally arrived at the scene, a deep frown etched across his face. He could only see a meager two hundred or so beast people around in the vicinity. The merciless bolts of lightning had claimed the lives of around fifty, and an additional thirty had met their end at Rain's own hands, their survival impossible. The remaining survivors had managed to escape the devastating spell, fleeing for their lives into the wilderness, leaving behind the burning remnants of their once-vibrant camp.
