The sky above Grimoir refused to calm.
Thunder rolled in steady waves, rattling windows and echoing between the high-rise towers. Lightning writhed like living threads, weaving a luminous storm across the darkened heavens. People on the streets slowed to a halt, their faces tilted upward, mesmerized… or terrified.
Some fled indoors. Others took out their phones, filming what looked less like a storm and more like the sky cracking open.
"What does this even mean…?" a fourteen-year-old boy whispered.
Nicho stood among the crowd, his hood half blown back by the fierce winds.
*Darrzzh… Crzzhh~
Lightning twisted again, spiraling like a serpent of pure light.
"This happened once before," he muttered to himself. "But never like this. Not this strong."
To someone with abilities, he understand that it wasn't the kind of storm nature created on a whim.
A grin crept onto his face. "Yeah… this has to be someone's doing. And whoever it is, their level isn't normal."
