The wind howled as Kael and Morgana stood atop the Sanctuary's eastern watchtower, staring out into the distance where a dark, swirling storm brewed on the horizon. It was unlike any storm they had ever seen—the sky was a sickly shade of purple, streaked with veins of green lightning that crackled and hissed as if alive with anger. The clouds roiled, folding in on themselves, creating a vortex that seemed to pulse and expand with each passing second.
"That's it," Kael murmured, gripping the cold stone of the tower's ledge. "The darkness that's been threatening us… it's finally here."
Morgana's expression was grim but resolute. "We've been preparing for this moment. Everything we've done, every sacrifice, every sleepless night—it's all led to this."
