Mulsef of the Eldarah snarled, the hatred and disbelief warring in his tone in equal measures,
"This is not over, Seed, you are going to pay for this atrocity if you don't solve this problem, we have endured your madness for long enough!" Turning to the rest of the Eldarah, he gestured "Let's go take care of our domain, we will be back, and he will answer for this travesty, I swear this on Primordial Life himself."
Taking the retinue with them who had been blown into the distance, the Old Ones vanished, the Land of Miracle was extremely massive, but this storm was traveling so quickly that if they did not get ahead of it, the loss of life across the Primordial Realm would be horrific. This wind, the lightning and the rain were moving at speeds that exceeded the limits of time and space, immortals without number would be shredded to pieces under its fury.
