The Storm-Crowned Tower

Strong winds came through the loftiest points as the group returned from the fire beneath them. Both snow and ash stirred up together and over north, lightning struck a blackened and bruised sky. The storm had n't moved in several days. There was a feeling it stayed with me as a warning. Pointing in their direction, Elara said, " There. " The coming piece. You can see it during the storm. " Riven squinted. " A storm that does n't shift? " It's not the rainfall we're passing right now. That's magic. "