Nolan Morris stood at the peak of his home, gazing up at the sky. The clouds had rolled in from the sea throughout the day, signaling that rain was on its way, likely arriving later tonight. Unfortunately, that was too late for what he needed. He shut his eyes, stretched out his arms, and raised his palms to the fading sunlight he wished would vanish. Then he summoned his power. Gradually, the wind began to change direction. With a bit more concentration, Nolan conjured darker clouds and the distant rumble of thunder. The air filled with a gentle mist, a sign of the pressure dropping, which would be felt by those with old bones. Before long, the mist transformed into tiny raindrops. Once the sky was completely overcast and rain dripped from his hair, Nolan let his arms fall, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Below, Lilian observed her husband with her arms crossed. She attempted to read his thoughts but found herself blocked. As the air turned cooler and the wind picked
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