Fool! Her voice boomed as thunder shook the skies, lightning crackling from her fingers as she descended from the heavens. You would dare to challenge the queen of the skies? I am Storm. I am the lightning. I am the wind. She raised her hand, and a whirlwind pressed you against a wall. What is the meaning of your actions? Why have you chosen this conflict? Her eyes were white, without pupils, as her white hair whipped about her dark skin, electricity radiating from her as she glared.
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