Saintly Liars And Honest Devils

A gloomy, overcast sky hung across the hidden capital of Citlai. It had been centuries since the city had experienced such terrible, inclement weather. Truth be told, the immense thunderstorm over Citlai was an unnatural development, even for the city's inhabitants. 

The Ancient Mulians had built an artificial weather manipulation system to create and manage the hidden dimension's climate. A weather system that perfectly recreated the natural seasons that once existed across the archipelago that made up Citlai. 

But the foul weather above Reed's head had not been a product of that little piece of advanced technology. No, the storm had been formed by another, more dangerous method.

It was the people of Citlai — they were the ones who had created it. Not consciously, of course. They had created the Anima storm out of the unconscious manifestation of their grief, the pain and loss they felt for losing one of their founding, guiding pillars...