Boom.
The sound of thunder rang across the land.
It boomed and twisted, shaking heaven and earth as the light above abruptly vanished. The sky darkened unnaturally, swallowed by a vast churning cloud that spread endlessly overhead.
Purple lightning crackled within it.
Each collision of lightning tore across the heavens, and every thunderclap sent violent tremors racing through the ground below. Mountains shuddered. The air itself seemed to kneel under the pressure.
Grey stood calmly beneath it all.
He had invoked the absolute authority of Heaven.
"The heaven?" The Abyssal Mistress's expression finally changed.
Her eyes lifted slowly toward the sky, a trace of seriousness appearing for the first time.
"Is this… Heavenly Tribulation?" the bald-headed donkey muttered, his pupils constricting in disbelief.
Heavenly Tribulation.
The absolute authority of Heaven.
