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Meanwhile, in Vicatarith... The summer storms had arrived with all their fury. A terrible one had come from the north only to have been met with one coming off the mountains and crashing into each other right over Victarith. The faithful hid in their temples and homes praying to their gods. Some feared the gods were angry, others felt their wrath was being unleashed upon someone. The clouds were as dark as the night sky and the lighting lit up the sky like daylight. The boom of the bolts meeting the ground echoed off the stone and rattled the buildings within the city’s walls. The poor quarter was worried that their buildings could not withstand the storm. The air currents seemed random and without warning would run through the streets like an invisible stampede of horses barrelling over anyone and anything in its path. Victarith was not new to these super storms. They were infrequent and several years could go by without one meeting such intensity. Strangely though, every five years