Ravenbreath

Stormwrought Chaos and Shattered Skies: When the Veil Shatters

The air crackles, charged with unseen force, the sky split by veins of light that should not exist. Rain falls in sheets, yet the ground beneath remains dry, untouched by nature’s logic. Wind howls from all directions at once, bending trees and warping the very fabric of reality. Something has been unleashed—something old, something vast.
And with it, they come. Creatures born of the storm, pulled from the space between worlds, clawing their way into existence. Some say this was an accident, a rift torn where none should be. Others whisper of intent, of hands that shaped the storm and voices that called the beasts. But the question remains unanswered, lost beneath the roar of the sky itself—who did this, and what do they want?