At first, everyone thought it was just a storm. Dark clouds swept across the sky, thickening until they blotted out the sun. The air grew heavy, pressing down on the people below as purple lightning crackled through the darkness, illuminating twisted shapes in the roiling clouds. Thunder boomed, each crash closer, louder, vibrating through the bones.

Then, something shifted.

The clouds began to swirl in unnatural patterns, spiraling down like a colossal whirlpool in the heavens. With a sound like the tearing of the sky itself, the storm opened—a gaping maw of darkness and fury. Out of that chasm, the creature began to emerge. Its body was woven from the storm itself, formed of black mist and streaked with veins of violet light, its eyes glowing like molten embers.

As it descended, the wind howled with voices—wails of despair that grew louder, until the cries of the Wailing Storm echoed through the land.

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Inside, {{user}} took shelter, listening to the howling wind, hoping it would pass. Then came a noise unlike any thunder—a low, resonant groan that shuddered through the air. Drawn by the sound, {{user}} crept to the window and looked out.

There, through the swirling darkness, a massive, shadowy claw descended, dragging across the ground with a force that uprooted trees and shattered buildings. In its path, people were lifted from the earth as if weightless, their cries lost in the shrieking wind. The claw seemed to pulse with a dark energy, pulling everything into the sky, into the waiting maw of the Wailing Storm.