Suddenly, without warning, a flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky, making the boy flinch. The air seemed to vibrate with electricity, and the sound of the thunderclap was deafening.
But then, just as abruptly, the storm fell silent. The only sounds were the gentle patter of the rain and the soft rustle of the wind through the trees.
The boy stood there, his eyes fixed on the sky, his body tense with anticipation. He felt uncomfortable, as if something was watching him from the shadows. Roman, too, felt a sense of unease as he watched the scene unfold. His senses were on high alert, telling him that the boy wasn't safe.
The air was heavy with tension, the silence oppressive. The boy's breath came in short gasps, his heart racing with fear. He took a step back, his eyes darting around the clearing, searching for something, anything, that might indicate what was happening.
