After several breaths of time had passed, their vision finally cleared. Struggling to get up from the ground, they realized they were no longer in the same place.
Dark clouds enveloped the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder booming; the ferocious winds made it very difficult for them to stand; the ground was devoid of sand or stones, revealing bare, gray-black rocks that seemed to have been buffed smooth by the endless winds over countless years.
When Anat managed to stand, he noticed that only three people had not been toppled by the sudden storm—Matins, the leader of the warriors, Priest Rizzo, and Superior Georgette were all looking in the same direction.
Anat naturally followed their gazes, only to freeze in place.
He had managed to stand up the fastest, and the others, gradually getting up one by one, also looked curiously in that direction and then likewise turned to stone.
