"Are they the supporters you mentioned?" Silverlight Zephan narrowed his eyes, studying the two kneeling figures.
Eren looked very strong, and it was clear he was a Rank 3 Practitioner. Rhys, however, gave off no ripple at all, nothing Zephan could use to guess the man's power.
Despite the intimidating exoskeleton wrapped around his body, Rhys felt like any mortal to their eyes.
Adyr realized this would scarcely impress beyond a flicker of surprise, so he prepared to unveil the main act. He nodded and said, "Yes, they are part of it," and turned his eyes to the clouds.
Following his gaze, Liora, Zephan, and Throgar raised their heads to the empty sky, where dark clouds hung like a heavy curtain.
There was nothing to see except the promise of rain. Then they felt it. A pressure in the air, faint at first, like the breath of a storm drawing near.
A low hum threaded out of the clouds and gathered strength, spreading across the land like a monster's growl.
