Chapter 102 The Siege Of The Storm Gate

• The storm had changed.
• What had once been a chaotic dance of wind and lightning now pulsed in rhythm — as if something vast and ancient had found its way into its heart. The air was thick, humming with pressure, every breath tasting faintly of metal and ash.
• Lucia stood at the ridge’s edge, her gaze sweeping across the shifting horizon. The land of the Third Flame had never been still, but now even the mist seemed to recoil.