The storm raged on with a ferocity that defied nature itself, the sky torn apart by streaks of jagged lightning, each bolt crackling with a malevolent energy that seemed to thirst for destruction. The wind howled like a living entity, whipping through the air with the force of a tempest, tearing at the Hybrids as they struggled to maintain their footing.
Rain fell in relentless sheets, icy needles that stung the skin and blurred the vision, turning the ground beneath them into a treacherous mire. Every drop felt like a hammer blow, pounding against them with a force that threatened to break even the strongest of wills.
Kazuichi stood amidst the chaos, his body taut with the tension of the storm, every muscle coiled as if preparing for a fight. The sheer intensity of the elements pressed down on him, but he refused to falter.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!