"That's an incredibly strong elemental fluctuation. Could the seal on that Spatial Rift have failed?"
In mid-April, the higher-ranked mages at Odyssey Magic Academy all turned to look toward Storm City. They sensed a powerful elemental fluctuation.
To deal with the Orc invaders, Viscount Wrynn had detonated a district and unleashed a Chaotic Elemental Storm, leaving a deep impression on them.
Now that the elements were acting up again, they assumed the Light Priest's seal had failed and another Chaotic Elemental Storm had formed.
"Viscount Wrynn is still a responsible man. This isn't our problem to worry about."
Looking out, they saw magical light flare along the walls of Storm City's outer districts, just as it had in the North Bank of Tu River District all those years ago, holding back the Chaotic Elemental Storm.
Viscount Wrynn's motto was simple: if he caused a problem, he'd deal with it himself.
Over the years, the elemental pollution from the Chaotic Elemental Storms had never spread beyond Storm City. They believed Viscount Wrynn could keep it that way.
Besides, Bishop Moana and the regional bishop of Odyssey had appeared above Storm City. Even if Viscount Wrynn couldn't handle the problem, the Light Priests could.
There was no need for them to worry. They could carry on with whatever they had been doing.
With the Church of Light around, the sky wouldn't fall.
"Lady Moana, what is Medivh doing?"
On the walls of the North Bank of Tu River District, Lux asked Bishop Moana, curious.
The powerful elemental fluctuation in Storm City wasn't a Chaotic Elemental Storm caused by the Spatial Rift going out of control. Instead, it was a rhythmic pulse in the elements.
Something unusual had suddenly stirred the elements in Storm City. Medivh had to be plotting something again.
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