The Wrath of Heaven

It was silent as no one could believe what they had just witnessed. 

"The storm... It's gone."

"It all disappeared into that pit he fell in."

They looked at the pit which had become a pool of clouds as it now contained the power of the Merciless Storm Peak. It contained the primordial energy that which fueled the calamity centuries ago. The same one that ended the Warlord Age and brought out the current Sovereign Age. This same power severed the connection with the three continents and fractured the lands. It was equal to, if not the embodiment of the Wrath of the Heavens. 

Now, that ancient energy was within that very pit, churning and releasing waves of power. 

And then, a black hand emerged, holding onto the edge of the pit. Slowly, Dai Mian emerged with his true body fully revealed, wreathed in multi-colored lightning. 

Markings glowed on his body like branches wrapping around his limbs.