Рўс‚р°с‚сњрё Рѕр° С‚рµрјсѓ: — "storm Worlds"

Kaelen looked left. A funnel, thin as a needle and glowing with a haunting cerulean light, was dropping from the atmosphere. It moved with impossible speed, carving a trench into the metallic soil of the planet below.

Outside, the violet sky turned to black as the Great Red moved back over the sun, and the world began to scream once more. Kaelen looked left

The sky on Kaelos wasn't a ceiling; it was an ocean of violet electricity and bruised clouds that never stopped screaming. On the "storm worlds"—planets locked in perpetual atmospheric chaos—life wasn't lived; it was endured in the brief, terrifying gaps between thunderclaps. Kaelen looked left. A funnel