This was a Sovereign Queen at full power. A being who'd governed cosmic forces for eons. A divinity that should have been utterly beyond anything a mortal could challenge.
She raised her hand, and a storm manifested.
Not a normal storm. This was weather given consciousness, given purpose, given murderous intent. Hurricanes combined with lightning storms combined with blizzards combined with every destructive meteorological phenomenon possible.
The storm was miles wide, and Jaenor was at its center.
Wind tore at him from all directions. Lightning struck continuously. Rain fell with such force that each drop was a weapon. Temperature fluctuated wildly, freezing and burning and freezing again.
And through it all, Kailthrys manipulated every element, conducting the storm like a symphony of destruction.
For several moments, Jaenor was completely obscured by the maelstrom. No one watching from below could see him or perceive if he was even still conscious under that assault.
