In the dazzling flash of light, arcs of lightning danced along the funnel-shaped dark clouds, and the howling gale skimmed over the forest fire, uprooting the burning trees and sending them spinning upwards with raging flames, creating a massive tornado. The dark red clouds were torn open by the hurricane, leaving a conspicuous void in the cyclone.
The waves churned on Lake Baikal, half of its originally azure surface now reflecting a dull, fiery red as if stained with blood. Golden light shot up from nine stone pillars, with golden characters appearing and disappearing around the light column, as if Entangled by it.
"This power..."
The Water Bearer looked on with a fluctuating gaze, watching from afar the devastation of the hurricane in the forest fire and the thunderclouds with a vague sense of unease.
Although it didn't care about the fate of the Wood Bearer, under these circumstances, if the Wood Bearer were severely damaged, it too would not escape unscathed.
