Outside the storm, the chaos had not stopped. If anything, it had grown larger and more violent as though something had angered it.
Another attempt failed.
The backlash had broken through their formations, forcing healers to intervene as they stepped forward while the main fighters argued among themselves.
Patience had started to run thin with every failure.
"No, you are not listening ..."
"We need more power..."
"That's what caused the last..."
"Then what, we just stand here?!"
The storm rared in response, lightning striking as if mocking them.
Near the edge of the gathering, stood Solaris, his personal guard beside him, slightly apart from the group.
He had gotten tired of all the arguing. It wasn't like he was sent to enter; he was just to observe and, if possible, enter.
His gaze was on the shifting winds and water. He just couldn't tell but he could feel that something was wrong.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Wait."
