The storm wall that bordered the center layer loomed ahead, a swirling vortex of chaos and raw energy. Lightning forked through the sky, its harsh brilliance briefly illuminating the jagged, obsidian-like terrain around them. The storm churned with relentless ferocity, the roar of its winds deafening and filled with an eerie, otherworldly resonance. The air near the wall crackled with tension, making the hairs on their skin stand on end.
Thane stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed deeply as he surveyed the barrier. The raw, unrelenting intensity of the storm seemed to mock them, daring them to find a way through.
"Now what the hell are we supposed to do?"
Morgan, crouched a few feet away, examined the storm wall with narrowed eyes. His fingers traced the faint patterns of light that pulsed erratically across the smooth, dark surface. He tilted his head as if trying to decipher some hidden message embedded in its chaotic rhythm.
