Storm Generator

Richard kept manipulating several metal levers. The coyote's full form could no longer be seen in the passageway; only a streak of golden shadow remained, and even its howls had become bizarre.

This was the Doppler effect—the wavelength or frequency changed due to the relative motion between the observer and the sound source. When a car sped past while honking, the sound one heard changed in just this way.

For a moment, Theus found it rather surreal. The world before his eyes clearly still followed the laws of physics, yet it also seemed not to.

Amid the coyote's strange, warped wails, the air seemed to gradually grow viscous. Theus took a deep breath and found it unbearably damp, as though what entered his lungs was not air, but seawater.

In his daze, it felt as though his entire body was slowly sinking into the deep sea. The sound of tides gradually rose beside his ears, carrying faint whispers.

Lightning flickered through the dark clouds overhead from time to time. Thunder and lightning truly gathered in the sky, and with a thought from Richard, one of his duplicates dragged a massive target into the testing ground.

It placed the target in the middle of the testing ground, then retreated several steps.

"My lord, the thunder is about to descend!"

Boom!

The moment Richard finished speaking, a thick bolt of lightning pierced heaven and earth, instantly illuminating the dim testing ground.

Theus looked closely and saw that the massive target was completely unharmed. Where Richard's duplicate had stood, there was now only a heap of smoking debris.

"Uh, its aim still isn't very good." A flicker of embarrassment crossed Richard's face.

The other surviving duplicates hurriedly pushed the levers back. As they worked, the sticky, damp air gradually calmed, and the sound