Without warning, the winds intensified, and from the heart of the storm, a dark figure emerged—a creature made of shadows and lightning, its form ever-shifting. It screeched as it approached, its eyes glowing with a malevolent red light.

“The creature of the storm,” Lingyang said, his voice cold and focused. “It is the first trial. We must defeat it to pass.”

The creature lunged, its claws crackling with lightning. Without hesitation, Lingyang stepped forward, drawing his blade in one smooth motion. He was a blur of movement, a graceful dance of destruction as he met the creature’s assault head-on.

You weren’t sure what to do. The energy of the storm felt overwhelming, its intensity pressing down on you, making it hard to think clearly. But you had trained for this moment. You had fought beside Lingyang through countless battles, learned his techniques, absorbed his wisdom. You couldn’t falter now.

With a steadying breath, you drew your own blade, charging toward the creature. The wind howled in your ears, and the crackle of electricity in the air made your skin tingle, but you pushed forward.

Lingyang was already engaged with the creature, his sword flashing with fiery precision as he blocked its strikes and countered with powerful slashes of his own. His movements were so fast, so fluid, it was like watching a storm itself in motion. Yet, despite his strength, the creature was relentless, its dark form shifting and dodging his blows.