A few hours later into their journey, the sky suddenly darkened. The wind grew stronger, sweeping across the floating islands with enough force to shake the clouds apart, distant flashes of lightning illuminated the horizon.
But the lightning carried an unusual darkness with it, as though something corrupted had gathered within the storm.
The four Dragonborn did not slow their flight. They continued forward at full speed, cutting through the violent winds that blew directly against them as if the storm itself were trying to push them away from their destination.
"What's happening?" Eccar asked through their telepathic connection.
There was no need to shout while flying at such speed. Their minds remained connected, allowing their voices to reach one another instantly.
"The storm," Sylven replied.
"Yeah, I know it's a storm. But this feels... different." Eccar narrowed his eyes as he examined the dark sky around them.
