For a while he rode in perfect silence. Then slowly the air grew thick, the smell of damp and musty saline filled his breath, and the crack of thunder shook the ground!

As if conjured from the nether, a maelstorm of clouds and thunder exploded across the plateau! Swirling thunderheads and wicked winds raced over Muqtadh as the heavens unleashed a hurricane upon him!

Presing him backwards, filling his eyes with wind and water, the storm hit! Muqtadh stood steadfast, leaning into the blistering wind as the force of rain and thunder engulfed him. The Gods themselvs now took notice and wished to push him back!