A shadow loomed over the sky, vast and menacing, as the Storm Wyrm soared through the stormy heavens. Its wings, each spanning over thirty meters, cut through the turbulent winds with the force of a hurricane. Jagged lightning crackled around its massive, serpentine body, illuminating its obsidian scales that shimmered with an eerie, storm-forged luster.
The Wyrm's eyes glowed with a malevolent blue light, twin beacons of raw elemental power, and its forked tongue flickered like a living lightning bolt between rows of dagger-like fangs. Every beat of its wings sent thunderclaps rippling through the sky, heralding its presence like an omen of destruction.
