Aururak looked down from the top of tall tower, buffeted
by the fierce wind. Despite the monstrous power of the tempest he was unmoved
and the tower didn’t sway, protected as it was by his dark magic. A cacophony drifted
up from below; the storm was ravaging the plain of glass surrounding the tower.
The maddening sound was a mixture of the agonized screams of the shattering
beasts that prowled about and the actual explosion of their glass bodies. He could
see the eye approaching. But that would little relief to anything unfortunate
enough to be caught in the open.
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