The wind started blowing fast from the direction of the crypt. And the sky started darkening. Belialthorn looked up with a frown. What is going on now? Was the rain about to fall?
It didn't seem like it. So why is everything changing so fast?
"Well..." Seraphina frowned. "This isn't natural at all. Seems like it was conjured."
"Illusion?" Valor asked.
"Illusion can't do this." Seraphina called.
"Let's go back." Belialthorn told them when the wind started blowing fast. It whipped the tall trees against each other and sent dust and debris flying.
The Captains didn't need to be told twice, their victory now soiled by the strange weather they began their journey to camp. It was then that Belialthorn first felt it.
Lighting gathered at a single point in the clouds and then it fired down with blast. Griffin felt it even faster because they shared part of the same ability.
