The Nimbus Carriage streaked toward the outermost jagged peaks of the storm-choked landscape. Even from here, thunder rolled like war drums, lightning clashed in relentless bursts, and the tempest's howl drowned out even the crackle of the Nimbus itself.
Atlas clenched his fists, bracing, then pulled open the carriage door. It was heavier than usual, the gale slamming against it with brutal force. He leapt out, the others following close behind, boots striking the soaked ground. With a flick of his hand, he recalled the Nimbus Carriage back into his inventory.
What met his eyes was a chaos of nature unleashed. Great cyclones spun across the land. Two, three, four vast funnels twisting like hungry beasts eager to swallow anything in reach. Lightning rained in wild arcs, slamming into the shattered landscape again and again, carving the ground with each strike.
"How does a place like this even exist in the lower lands?"
