The sky was fractured by color and fury. Above the trees, high grounds trembled and groaned as if they too were in pain, their peaks shrouded in violent multicolour clouds stirred by elements energies. The battlefield stretched endlessly through the wilderness, beasts fought without restraint, ripping open the very elements of nature in their primal war.
Wind howled like a destructive monster mixed with many other elements. Lightning screamed down in jagged spears. Small ponds turned to steam under gouts of fire, froze from onslaught of frost and the earth itself cracked beneath thunderous paws. Trees that had stood for how many years were torn apart in seconds. The entire expanse reeked of ozone, burnt fur, and molten stone. Every heartbeat pulsed with danger.
And through this tempest of destruction, Gin ran invisible, untraceable, and yet life hanging on throat at times.
