Daylight faded abruptly. Lados turned his eyes to the sky again. The once innocent clouds were now replaced by their much more threatening, darker siblings. Impatiently, they fought for space. They mingled together, pushed one another, collided. Lightning reflected at the top of their mass. In an instant, he found himself right next to the Godstone, the site of the Primordial Dwellers, the first settlement of their ancestors. Otherworldly hues were forced on the scenery, ashen and hot. Thunder burst from up above, cruelly striking the freshly plowed ground with a loud crack. A young tree caught on fire. Its leaves surrendered first, lifelessly tossed about, deadening his homeland.
