Suddenly the clear skies darkened with alarming speed, as if the sun itself had been swallowed whole. In the span of a heartbeat, towering storm clouds gathered. The air thickened with tension, and the first crack of thunder shattered the stillness.
With a powerful burst of wind, Elias shot into the sky, his destination: the golem's core.
"After him!" The leader of the Aarakocra ordered, "We cannot let him get to the core,"
Following their leader's orders, the Aarakocra immediately accelerated, zooming after Elias.
The wind roared in Elias's ears as he soared through the storm-ridden skies, his robes whipped violently around him. Above him loomed the Golem, its massive head shrouded in now darkened clouds, the core of its power hidden deep within.
The titanic being moved slowly, each ponderous step sending shockwaves through the air, but Elias could feel its powerful energy pulling him closer—a silent invitation to claim it
