I took a single step forward, and my body moved with and through the storm, traveling miles with that step, and leaving the dead city behind. My storm was an inexorable flood of red cloud and screaming souls that would roll across the continent with the patience of inevitability.
There were powers here and deep laws that were brushing across my consciousness, and I wanted to delve into them, but with the light of the living constantly irritating my mind, I knew I would not have the silence to meditate as long as there was life left on the continent.
The rain of blood was now falling in sheets as the number of souls in the storm had reached hundreds of thousands, and I no longer counted the souls that were now pouring into the storm.
