A terrifying tornado swirled above Old Dunling, as if a giant finger was falling from the sky, bringing torrential rain and fierce wind, trying to touch the ground. In the gaps of the lead-gray clouds, dazzling white lightning leaped, and the thunderous sounds echoed like craftsmen hammering steel, forging something in the center of the storm.
"This is truly a once-in-a-century weather... When I was young, I encountered such weather at sea. The storm swallowed our ship, and the entire world shook violently. It felt like we might sink to the bottom of the ocean in the next moment. I was terrified, thinking my legendary life was destined to end in this ghostly place.
But the Vikings on the ship were inexplicably happy, claiming this was Odin coming to take them, to lead them to the sacred Heroic Spirit Hall. The captain roared excitedly and steered towards the storm."
