Church of the Lord of Storms

As the intense energies began to subside, the five powerful figures independently decided to investigate the source of the disturbance on the island.

Alger Wilson's ship reached the island first. He disembarked with a small crew, cautiously exploring the desolate landscape. The once tumultuous storm had vanished, leaving no trace of its earlier ferocity.

"There's nothing here," one of his crewmen remarked, puzzled.

Alger frowned, his eyes scanning the eerily calm surroundings. "Whatever happened here, it's left no sign. We need to stay vigilant. This could be a new threat."

Cattleya's ship arrived shortly after Alger's. She methodically searched the island, using her keen intellect to look for any clues. But despite her efforts, she found nothing.

"This is strange," she said to herself. "Such immense power, yet no residue, no trace... It's as if it was never here."

The King of Immortality, ever the opportunist, was frustrated by the lack of answers. His men scoured the island, but their search yielded nothing but empty ground and undisturbed vegetation.

"What kind of power can vanish without a trace?" he muttered. "There's something more to this, and I will uncover it."

Edwina Edwards took a more scientific approach, analyzing the area with various instruments. She too was left with more questions than answers.

"No residual energy, no signs of a struggle," she noted. "This is a mystery that demands further investigation."

Tracy and her coven performed rituals to try and discern what had occurred, but the dark energies they sought were absent.

"It's as if the power was never here," one of her followers remarked.

Tracy nodded thoughtfully. "Or perhaps it has been hidden from us. We must keep our eyes and ears open."

As the five figures left the island, word of the mysterious event began to spread. Sailors, merchants, and travelers carried tales of the strange phenomenon to every corner of the country.

People spoke of the island that had been engulfed in a supernatural storm, only for it to disappear without a trace. Some whispered of a powerful new entity, while others speculated about hidden forces at play. The lack of evidence only fueled the rumors, turning them into legends.

Across the various islands and cities, people were intrigued and fearful. The mystery of the island became a topic of heated discussion in taverns and marketplaces.

Cattleya, in a meeting with fellow captains, shared her observations. "We need to gather more information. This event is too significant to ignore."

The King of Immortality plotted his next move, eager to turn the mystery to his advantage. "Keep your ears open. I want to know everything about this island and anyone connected to it."

Though the island itself was now quiet, the ripple effects of the mysterious event spread far and wide. Unknown to them, Oliver Queen, the newly emerged apostle of the evil god, had left an indelible mark on the world. His presence would soon intertwine with the fates of these powerful individuals, setting the stage for an epic confrontation.

Upon returning to the Church of the Lord of Storms' headquarters, Alger Wilson was immediately summoned to the grand hall. The high-ranking officials of the church, including the Archbishop, awaited his report with grave expressions. The air was thick with tension and the scent of sea salt, as if the very essence of the Storm Lord pervaded the room.

Alger entered, his boots echoing on the stone floor. He bowed respectfully before speaking. "I have returned from the island, Your Grace. The disturbance was unlike anything I have ever seen. The storm was unnatural, and the energy emanating from the island was immense. We investigated thoroughly but found no signs of the source. However, there is more."

The Archbishop leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "Speak, Alger. What else have you discovered?"

Alger took a deep breath. "John Kottman is dead. His body was found amidst the chaos. There were no signs of a struggle, no wounds that could explain his death. It's as if he was struck down by a force beyond our understanding."

Gasps and murmurs filled the hall. John Kottman was a respected figure within the church, known for his devout service and formidable power. His death was a significant blow.

The Archbishop rose from his seat, his presence commanding the room's attention. "Our first priority is to identify the source of this power. We will send our most skilled investigators and diviners to the island to uncover any hidden clues. This is not just about Kottman's death, but about a potential threat to our very order."

Ace Snake: "We should also increase our patrols and security measures around our territories. If this new force decides to strike again, we must be prepared."

Randal Valentinus nodded. "Indeed. Alger, you will lead the investigation on the island. Take a team of our best. Leave no stone unturned. Millet, coordinate with our military divisions to enhance our defenses."

Alger: "Yes, Your Grace. I will depart immediately."

Millet: "Understood. I will see to it that our defenses are fortified."

The Archbishop turned to another official. "Brother Marcus, spread word to our allied churches and inform them of the situation. They must be prepared for any similar disturbances."

Brother Marcus: "At once, Your Grace."