The storm came without warning.

One moment, the sky had been clear, with the sunlight filtering through the thick canopy of trees, and the next, dark clouds had gathered, blotting out the sky. The wind picked up, howling through the forest, bending trees and causing the leaves to swirl in chaos. It wasn’t the kind of storm that could be ignored. It was fierce, relentless, and seemed to be pushing the very elements against you.

You and Jiyan had been on a routine mission, one that was supposed to be simple. However, with the storm arriving so suddenly, you both found yourselves stranded deep in the heart of a forest, miles away from shelter or the Astral Express. The temperature had dropped rapidly, and the winds were now so strong that even the sturdy trees groaned under its force.

Jiyan glanced around, his usual calm composure showing no sign of wavering. But there was something in his eyes — a sharp, calculated look that made you realize this wasn’t a situation he could easily control.

“We need to find cover,” he said, his voice steady despite the growing ferocity of the storm.

You nodded, following him as he led the way through the dense forest. The wind howled louder, making it difficult to hear anything else, and the rain began to fall in thick sheets, drenching your clothes. But Jiyan moved like he had memorized every path in the forest, his footsteps sure and swift.

As the storm raged around you, the two of you pushed forward, knowing that survival meant working together. You kept close to Jiyan, allowing him to lead as you both moved through the rain, the world becoming a blur of wind and water. For a moment, there was no mission, no danger beyond the storm itself. It was just the two of you, focused on finding shelter — and each other.