The rain came fast and heavy. The scorching desert transformed in an instant. Steam hissed from the baking dunes as cold droplets slammed into the sand and turning the air thick with mist and the scent of drenched earth.
The battlefield that dry and blistering a moments ago became cloaked in a swirling haze of rising vapor and crackling stormlight.
But Setekh-Ra didn't flinch. The storm seemed to welcome him. He stood tall in the rain not moving at all. His smile was calm and knowing. As if this downpour and this storm, as always meant to follow in his wake.
Erend's eyes flicked from him to Eccar.
The Earth Dragon groaned as he pulled himself free from the broken terrain. His wings flaring wide. Golden and brown light spiraled around him.
He snarled and his eyes glowing brighter. Power surged through him, radiating outward in waves. His body seemed to grow heavier, denser, and more dangerous.
Erend clenched his claws. "We're not done."
