Above the increasingly darkened sky, countless dark clouds roared and surged inward.
The densely packed azure thunder did not dissipate but instead remained suspended in constant motion above. Like veins protruding beneath translucent skin; or perhaps like the cracked, parched earth afflicted with years of drought.
A wild storm swept forward, causing Aiwass's shining golden hair to whip violently behind him, fluttering like a defiant banner.
He extended an arm to shield his face and tried taking another step forward, only to feel an enormous resistance pressing against him.
Standing beside him, Cardinal Galatea tilted her head slightly. Her cold, doll-like eyes calmly regarded Aiwass, while her long hair also thrashed furiously backward.
Unconsciously, the two of them had already fallen behind.
They were uninterested in the Light's Amber but were captivated by another pursuit.
