The sky above the Sanctuary darkened rapidly, the clouds swirling with a ferocity Kael had never witnessed before. The air felt charged, crackling with an energy both ancient and malevolent, as if the heavens themselves were preparing for a battle. The tremors beneath their feet grew more pronounced, like the steady footsteps of some enormous creature drawing near. The roar from the mountains echoed once more, reverberating through the ground, sending a ripple of fear through the villagers.
Kael's heart pounded in his chest as he stood on the edge of the Sanctuary, his eyes fixed on the distant peaks. The dark storm clouds above seemed to gather with a purpose, swirling in unnatural patterns, as though they were being drawn toward something—something far worse than a mere storm. A feeling of foreboding washed over him, the sensation that they were on the precipice of something far larger than anything they had prepared for.