POV: Kai
The storm stopped too suddenly. I know why.
I sit at the cave entrance keeping watch while the others sleep, my back against rough stone that's still faintly warm from the fire. The unnatural calm stretches across the mountainside like a held breath. Stars visible, sharp and cold against the velvet darkness. Moon rising hours too early, its silver light painting the landscape in shades of gray. Ground dry when it should be muddy, the absence of moisture wrong in a way that makes my skin prickle with awareness.
I've felt this before. Divine intervention. Gods meddling in mortal affairs. The sensation is unmistakable once you've experienced it—reality bending in ways that defy natural law, the air itself tasting different, metallic and charged.
