The sky darkened in an instant, and what little afternoon light was left bled away as if someone had drawn a curtain across the sun.
Purple-black clouds rolled across the heavens with unnatural speed, their edges crackling with energy that made the hair on everyone's arms stand straight.
The temperature dropped by ten degrees in seconds, breath turning to visible mist as the air itself seemed to recoil from what was coming.
Thunder rumbled across the sky; it sounded like something massive tearing through the fabric of reality.
Mira's head snapped upward, her fire-enhanced eyes tracking the sudden change through her combat-honed instincts.
Warren's water-manipulation senses felt the shift in atmospheric pressure, his enhanced perception screaming warnings of power approaching from above.
Rhys stumbled backward from where he stood with Magnus, his winter-ice eyes wide as he stared at the transformed sky. "What is..."
A roar tore through the heavens.
