The relentless rain pelted down so fiercely that it made one ache, the True Believers had never imagined that one day, they would encounter such a storm.
Violent winds mixed with rainfall tore at the earth, leaves scattered in a sorry whirl, and all around turned to darkness and Chaos, accompanied everywhere by the cracking sound of trees.
Veldor struggled to move forward, he positioned himself in front of an old Believer, involuntarily protecting his Godfather, his other father.
The storm had come so suddenly that the entire Sect was unprepared.
The Priest leading the Sect continually shook a bell, holding aloft a flag in hand, lest the True Believers of the Sect lose each other and stray from their path.
Under these circumstances, once separated, it likely meant death.
The storm grew fiercer, showing no sign of subsiding, carrying sand and leaves that whistled a lethal tune, loudly calling to death.
