As the storm rose, the light grew dimmer and dimmer. Then the endless storm suddenly erupted outward with a thunderous roar, infinite currents of wind surging and churning. The streak of light could clearly be seen plummeting rapidly through the storm.
Twenty times the speed of sound, ten times the speed of sound, one times the speed of sound...
The meteor's speed dropped sharply.
The tremendous energy impact had scattered the upper reaches of the storm somewhat, but only the upper reaches. For the wind currents spanning thousands of kilometers, it made little difference.
Very soon, the glow within the storm vanished completely, thoroughly swallowed by the tempest.
There was no earth-shattering spectacle as imagined, nor any imagined explosion. It simply ended in utter silence.
Yet the sight of the Far North Storm in motion, instantly drawing in storms from thousands of kilometers around, was burned deep into everyone's minds.
Such an enormous storm—if it struck a person, or charged toward an empire, who could possibly withstand it? It was simply terrifying.
The shock, the grandeur, the indescribably powerful sight etched itself into every heart.
In this world, one could provoke anyone—except the Far North Storm. Here, that saying was driven deeply into everyone's minds once more.
After the Storm Domain absorbed the meteor, the wind currents began to sink back down, slowly descending. This time, however, they fell somewhat slowly. It seemed it would take several days to return to equilibrium.
Just then, an aura flickered behind Dole, followed by a sinister cackle.
"Didn't expect to come across such fine material. Come here."
It was a mental transmission. In an instant, darkness fell before Dole's eyes, so black that even the starry sky beyond could no longer be seen. Then a vast, boundless mental force crashed into his will