The Turning of the Storm

Victor watched from the shadows as panic spread through the village. This was his design—the storm returning just as people thought they’d survived it. The chaos would do his work for him, leaving them desperate, disoriented, and ready to follow anyone who claimed to have control.

But as the winds intensified, rattling even his nerves, he began to feel the edges of his plan slipping.

“Skyline!” he barked, his voice barely carrying over the howling storm.

The Creche hovered beside him, its form gleaming with an electric charge from the storm.

“This wasn’t part of the design,” Skyline noted, its tone calm despite the debris whipping past.

“It’s perfect,” Victor snapped. “The village will break, and we’ll pick up the pieces.”