Chapter 112: The Gathering Tempest

The storm raged over Valoran, its crimson streaks painting the heavens with an eerie glow. The winds howled, carrying with them the faint sound of screams and despair, as if the very air carried the Pharaoh's malice. Inside the cathedral, James and his companions worked tirelessly to fortify their plans while the atmosphere grew heavier with tension.

As James leaned over a table spread with maps of Erodus, Lynara approached him, her fiery blue hair damp with sweat. "James, the storm isn't natural, it's feeding on something. I can feel it. Every moment we delay, it grows stronger."