The True Storm Generator

As soon as Yami finished speaking, the carriage fell so silent that a pin drop could be heard.

No matter how one looked at it, the news was simply too shocking.

"The storm is chasing them? How is that possible?" Alvarez cried out despite himself.

"I don't know either, but that's what they said."

Yami stepped forward and leaned against the window, staring fixedly at the massive tornado outside.

"And the storm's direction really has changed. At first, our train wasn't in its path, but now it's right on our tail."

Alvarez fell silent. Yami was right. No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could not change the reality that the storm was pursuing them.

"Is there something on the airship? Why is the storm chasing it?"

"I don't know. They didn't say."

While the others discussed the matter, Ignati had remained silent at the side. But now, he suddenly stood up, as though he had finally made up his mind.

"Everyone, I may have a way to deal with the storm, but I need your help." With that, he turned toward the Faithguard Army in the carriage.

"Please contact your commanding officer. Tell them I may have a way to deal with the storm behind us!"

At those words, Yami and the others all sucked in a breath, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Th-that's a storm! You can fight a storm?"

"Is the Silent Temple really that powerful?"

Transcendents were indeed powerful, far beyond ordinary people, but to most, they were merely stronger "people."

To fight a storm—wasn't that the authority of gods?

Ignati smiled helplessly at that. "It's not that I or the Silent Temple are so powerful. It's mainly because I brought along a set of Storm Generator modules during this trip to the