Within moments, rain began falling across the open field. The droplets grew heavier, striking the ground with increasing force.
Daniel lowered his head as the rain soaked his hair, his eyebrows and clothes. Water trickled down his forehead and dripped from the tip of his nose.
From a distance, the camp workers and the remaining masters watched the demonstration unfold. From where they stood, they could only see a small cluster of dark clouds swirling above the distant open field, slowly spreading across the sky.
*Rumble~ Rumble~*
Thunder rolled through the darkened sky.
"Never lower your gaze. Face the wrath!"
Zeus's voice rang out above the downpour.
Daniel slowly raised his head. 'How can he stand there as though none of this bothers him?' he thought, gaze fixed on Master Zeus.
Around him, the young shamans struggled to keep their heads raised. Some squeezed their eyes shut against the relentless rain, while others shielded their faces with trembling arms.
Then—
