Before he knew it, the crimson glow at the horizon had withdrawn, and the lingering tail of daylight finally vanished unwillingly as night fell.
Yet strangely, not a trace of stars or moon could be seen upon this curtain of night. Instead, rolling Black Clouds had gathered.
With the natural cover of darkness, one would not notice the Black Clouds gathering, churning, and spreading densely overhead without looking carefully.
Bobota had not noticed the changes in the sky at first. It was only an inexplicable gust of wind that put him on alert.
"Why is there wind in the windless zone?" With this question in mind, Bobota looked up.
He could not see where the wind was coming from. Instead, when he noticed the dim night sky, he froze abruptly... Why were low clouds churning overhead, as though lightning serpents were leaping within them? Yet the air was extremely dry, with clearly no sign of thunder or rain?
If Black Clouds were merely hanging low, Bobota would not have cared. But the Black Clouds here were moving in a vortex, as though a tornado were shooting from the ground straight into the heavens, stirring the clouds into rotation.
Most importantly, the center of that vortex of Black Clouds was aimed directly at the nameless island where they were.
The hole at the center of the Black Cloud vortex was like a terrifying giant eye, gazing down upon every blade of grass and tree on the island.
"Is this... an omen?" Bobota could not imagine such a phenomenon appearing in the windless zone, and could only attribute it to an omen. The state of the sky did indeed resemble one.
Although Bobota had never triggered an omen himself, he still knew a little about them.
Generally speaking, triggering an omen meant