"Wait—what?!" I shouted, staring up at the sky.
I could still feel Dante's presence, faint but steady, resting calmly inside the heart of the churning green cloud.
"Are you messing with me, old man?" I called out again, louder this time.
All I got was a low chuckle echoing through the air.
"Fuck," I muttered.
And then everything started to change.
The cloud above pulsed once like it had just drawn a breath. I looked up and saw the edges of the green mass stretching outward. Expanding. What was once a looming storm above the base now began to spread like spilled ink across the entire sky.
Within seconds, it had covered everything. The whole realm dimmed beneath the sickly green light. The sun was gone. The warmth faded. Everything turned cold and wet.
Then the blobs started falling again.
Twice as many.
Thicker. Faster. Angrier.
