Chapter 80: The Wailing Storm

The winds began howling across New Haven, a low, haunting wail that seemed to echo from the mountains themselves. George stood on the balcony of the mansion, his eyes fixed on the roiling clouds in the distance. Lightning flashed intermittently, casting eerie shadows across the valley. The storm wasn't natural, he could feel it. Every instinct screamed that something was coming, something far worse than anything they'd faced before.

Lucy joined him, her arms crossed tightly as the wind tugged at her hair. "It's getting closer," she said, her voice low.

George nodded. "Too close. This isn't just weather, it's something else. It feels… alive."

Lucy frowned, glancing at him. "Do you think it's connected to the cult?"

"Almost definitely," George replied. "Akari said the shard's energy was reacting to something. If this storm is tied to their magic, we're in for a hell of a fight."