It took Liam and Grace two more days to reach their destination.
The morning was cloudy, filling the sky with falling snow, but everything grew darker as the two approached a lonely, ominous mountain.
The patch of clouds around the mountain's peak was pitch-black, with bright lights occasionally flashing among them, releasing thundering noises that echoed throughout the area.
Also, seemingly exactly every hour, a single lightning bolt would strike the mountain's peak, followed by a deafening thunderclap.
That was Cloudy Mountain, the Roaring Thunder Sect's home, and the stories couldn't agree if that name was due to the odd weather, or if the latter was a consequence of whatever that force did.
Naturally, Liam and Grace weren't there for a history lesson. The two easily climbed the barren slopes but stopped halfway through the mountain, aware that entering a Sect's ground wasn't just a matter of walking into it.
