Blood and Rain
She blinked against the morning light, her instinctual sense of safety warring with the chaotic shouting downstairs.
Before she could even voice her confusion, the temperature in the room drastically shifted.
Outside the tall stone windows, the calm morning sky suddenly darkened, heavy, bruised purple clouds rolling over the jagged Scottish ridges with supernatural speed. The wind began to howl, a low, thundering roar that rattled the thick glass. It wasn't a vindictive storm, nor was it an act of malice—it was a visceral, titanic response. Tala had felt it. The reclusive Master of All Elements, watching from her isolated sanctuary on the edge of the vast territory, had just felt the massive
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