Hurricane City.
To call it a city was misleading—there were no walls, no streets, no bustling squares. It was a solitary mountain peak, rising like a spearhead into the clouds, right at the center of the Eye of the Hurricane.
The mountain was barren and forbidding, nothing but jagged stone and a gray, weather-beaten surface that swallowed every trace of green. A winding road spiraled around its face, leading up toward a gate carved directly into the rock.
The gate was massive, its heavy wooden beams reinforced with black iron. Above it, two large words had been carved into a stone plaque: Hurricane City. Just beneath them, two even larger words were etched—Windspirit Faction.
