The image of Nate sitting on the ground, clutching himself, gradually faded into oblivion as the perfect world around them dissolved. Bella found herself standing amidst chaos. The once serene beach had transformed into a nightmarish landscape, a world on the brink of destruction.
Dark clouds churned in the sky, casting everything in an eerie, stormy gloom. Bolts of lightning rained down relentlessly, striking with terrifying precision and ripping the ground apart. Each strike brought thunder that shook the ground, deafening and terrifying. Bella's heart raced as she scanned the chaos, her eyes finally landing on Nate.
He was caught in the storm, his face a mask of terror and pain. Lightning bolts chased him like predators, each strike coming closer than the last. His clothes were torn, his body battered, and his cries of agony echoed through the air. He ran frantically, trying to find shelter, but no matter where he went, the lightning followed.