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The clouds first began to gather over the heart of Naséni Forest. Those few observers who had seen their moment of conception would later note that they had followed no normal weather patterns. They had flowed from nothingness, fully formed and black as coal, rumbling ominously as lightning danced in flashes in their depths. Where they came, rain followed - not a gradually building drizzle, but an instant downpour. Torrents of icy water fell in a sheet that matched the rapid expansion of the storm.
It spread outwards in a vortex, bringing with it a bitter, chilling wind that carried whispered promises of destruction. It moved with a singular, unnatural purpose, like a blanket being drawn across the island by an unseen hand. Within minutes, it had reached Lake Yōsái at the island's centre, churning the water of the basin like a stormy sea as worse threats than thunder began to rise from its depths.
Alarms wailed and maydays were called on airships across the island's skies as they found themselves all too suddenly pulled into the heart of a malicious tempest. Even skilled crews struggled to retain control of their vessels as the winds and lightning ripped into them as though it were seeking them out. All would land in short order - some guided down by careful hands, and some in smoking wrecks.
It was not long at all before the great storm reached Tiānshì City, on the island's southern coast. It surged over the city like a crashing wave, pushing out into the harbor and beyond, before clasping down to reach the waves.
And there it halted. The entire island was wreathed in a colossal bank of thick black clouds - it had been swallowed whole. The sea for miles around churned and rolled with the intensity of a hurricane, and the skies became death traps for even the most capable of aircraft. Signals of all kinds, be they technological or magical, ceased to reach beyond the storm.
For all intents and purposes, Lósénji Island had been cut off from the world.
The clouds first began to gather over the heart of Naséni Forest. Those few observers who had seen their moment of conception would later note that they had followed no normal weather patterns. They had flowed from nothingness, fully formed and black as coal, rumbling ominously as lightning danced in flashes in their depths. Where they came, rain followed - not a gradually building drizzle, but an instant downpour. Torrents of icy water fell in a sheet that matched the rapid expansion of the storm.
It spread outwards in a vortex, bringing with it a bitter, chilling wind that carried whispered promises of destruction. It moved with a singular, unnatural purpose, like a blanket being drawn across the island by an unseen hand. Within minutes, it had reached Lake Yōsái at the island's centre, churning the water of the basin like a stormy sea as worse threats than thunder began to rise from its depths.
Alarms wailed and maydays were called on airships across the island's skies as they found themselves all too suddenly pulled into the heart of a malicious tempest. Even skilled crews struggled to retain control of their vessels as the winds and lightning ripped into them as though it were seeking them out. All would land in short order - some guided down by careful hands, and some in smoking wrecks.
It was not long at all before the great storm reached Tiānshì City, on the island's southern coast. It surged over the city like a crashing wave, pushing out into the harbor and beyond, before clasping down to reach the waves.
And there it halted. The entire island was wreathed in a colossal bank of thick black clouds - it had been swallowed whole. The sea for miles around churned and rolled with the intensity of a hurricane, and the skies became death traps for even the most capable of aircraft. Signals of all kinds, be they technological or magical, ceased to reach beyond the storm.
For all intents and purposes, Lósénji Island had been cut off from the world.
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