Ch07: Finale ~ The Dark Thunderhead
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From time to time across the Soja, it's said that a thunderhead dwarfing all others will appear from nowhere as if it had been called, lightning shattering the sky and thunder rattling the earth in a terrifying display of nature's raw power before moving on just as quickly, as if it had a will of its own. And for over a century, the Roaming Cyclone was said to ride this storm whenever it appeared, leaping with joy matching the thunderbolts dancing across the skies.
That was the Divine Thunderhead as it was meant to be. But now it was dyed black with noxious darkness, tinged an unearthly violet with each spear of lightning that tore across the sky. The one silver lining was that, thick with demonic shadow, the dungeon had sunk from its sky-high perch in the heavens and now lay tantalizingly close to the heights of Silver Ravine. Close enough that, with enough drive, and a lot of inhibition, one could hope to reach it.
Zapdos raced back and forth across the top of the ravine while he waited, seemingly incapable of standing still. At the first sign of the Wayfarers’ arrival, he skidded to a stop.
“I trust you’ve readied yourselves?” the Cyclone asked.
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That was the Divine Thunderhead as it was meant to be. But now it was dyed black with noxious darkness, tinged an unearthly violet with each spear of lightning that tore across the sky. The one silver lining was that, thick with demonic shadow, the dungeon had sunk from its sky-high perch in the heavens and now lay tantalizingly close to the heights of Silver Ravine. Close enough that, with enough drive, and a lot of inhibition, one could hope to reach it.
Zapdos raced back and forth across the top of the ravine while he waited, seemingly incapable of standing still. At the first sign of the Wayfarers’ arrival, he skidded to a stop.
“I trust you’ve readied yourselves?” the Cyclone asked.
