Chapter 124: Storm Warning
The town of Stormcrest looked absolutely fucked.
Grace stepped off the cliff path onto wet cobblestones, immediately slipping. Diana caught her arm, steadying her.
Above them, the sky was having an identity crisis. Dark clouds twisted into baby tornadoes, dissolved into blinding sunshine, then reformed as angry thunderheads. Rain fell sideways. Then upwards. Then not at all.
"Charming," Diana muttered.
Venus twirled past them, somehow staying bone dry.
"I love what they’ve done with the place." She struck a pose. "Very end-of-the-world aesthetic."
Thunder cracked loud enough to make Grace’s teeth rattle. Lightning struck a place three buildings away, turning it into molten slag that dripped onto the street below.
"Okay." Grace wiped rain from her eyes. "This is... not good."
"Understatement of the year."
The locals moved through the chaos like it was just another Tuesday. Which it probably was. An old man swept his porch while hail the size of marbles pelted his roof. A woman hung laundry during a ten-second break between downpours, only to watch it get sucked into a mini cyclone.
"Excuse me!" Grace jogged toward a middle-aged woman hauling a basket of groceries. "We’re here about the, uh, weather situation?"