A wave of energy pulsed out of her body, encompassing everything.
The clouds surrounded them and the sky turned dark. A thunderous rumbling echoed all around as wind and lightning came crashing down. It was a terrible storm, chaotic and brutal.
Above it all was a purple moon, shining brightly, looking down upon them like some great god. The violet moonlight pierced through the clouds, giving off an ominous glow.
There was no end to this storm and nothing else but this storm.
Compared to Ming Yue's first attempt, this scene felt real, it was real.
It was her domain, her arena.
"Hm, all of that pressure is gone", she muttered.
It was easier to breathe and her body was light. Donning her armor, the warrior readied herself.
The Ash-Scaled Dragon seemed unchanged by its surroundings, its eyes were still focused on her.
