(One week later, Planet Granoda, Commander Entrail's POV)
*Rain*
*Thunder*
*Tidal waves crashing into rock*
The storm never ceased on Granoda, as black clouds pressed low against the endless ocean, while waves slammed furiously into the lone shard of rock that emerged out like an anomaly that defied natural law.
Rain poured in sheets, heavy and unrelenting, as lightning forked across the heavens and illuminated the scene in violent flashes of white and violet.
It was here, atop that solitary outcrop where no mortal could endure the weather for long, that Entrail and Streak stood, summoned by the Great God Mauriss himself.
Entrail did not expect to be called on such short notice to stand before a being whispered of in dread across the universe, and yet here he was—soaked to the bone, heart thrumming steady, eyes fixed on the figure above.
