The storm didn't stop.
It never did.
The raindrops continued to crash into the frozen earth.
Shattering into bits of diamond shards, frozen by the biting cold that emanated through the broken fields.
Everything which stood had been brought to its knees. Forcefully and Demandingly.
Crumbled by the weight of a power that drifted between cold and dark.
The Earth bore witness to that power.
Tall shards of ice and darkness intertwined in an unholy offspring of destruction.
While trails of the artistry of war lay waste on the battlefield.
And above that, the crackling of mana infused into the air.
Particles that broke, hummed and shivered under the guise of the storm.
They formed patches. Colourful dusts of blue, green and purple.
Nearly inconceivable to the human eye, yet it held a presence that was too magnanimous to be ignored once identified.
Around. Behind. Forward.
Raph would glance around and spot them.
