Alka gazed at the new storm brewing ahead, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes. "Is it just my imagination?" he asked. "Why does this storm seem weaker than the previous ones, even just by looking at it?"
The others nodded. The storm had noticeably weakened, though it still crackled with thunder and lightning, and the wind howled. However, the sheer power of this storm was much weaker than that of the previous two.
Pororo looked at the storm ahead, his eyes emitting a faint blue light. He said confidently, "You're not mistaken. This storm is much weaker than the previous two we've encountered."
"Much weaker?" Jason remarked. It did seem weaker, but surely not *that* much weaker?
"If we rate the storm we encountered after leaving the Homeland Sea as a 10 in strength, the storms in the Seas of Multitudes would be around 7 to 8. This storm, however, might only be a 5." Pororo gestured with his hands as he spoke.
