Lin Lee's pupils shrank. Far on the northern horizon, a dark line appeared in the sky, rapidly condensing into a black, towering wall. It was not a storm cloud in the ordinary sense, but a dense, unnatural darkness.
Simultaneously, he noticed the sea below was oscillating with a slow but increasing frequency. The waves were not crashing in the usual chaotic manner; they rose and fell in a strange, hypnotic rhythm.
He sped up, urging the Dark Star Sword to cut through the air faster. As he closed the distance, the dark line in the horizon became a colossal wall of roiling black clouds and lightning-laced storm. The rushing sea waves below grew immense, and the strange, increasing frequency was literally splitting the ocean in countless, geometrically perfect sections.
