The town of Stormcrest looked absolutely fucked.
Grace stepped off the cliff path onto wet cobblestones, immediately slipping. Diana caught her arm, steadying her.
Above them, the sky was having an identity crisis. Dark clouds twisted into baby tornadoes, dissolved into blinding sunshine, then reformed as angry thunderheads. Rain fell sideways. Then upwards. Then not at all.
"Charming," Diana muttered.
Venus twirled past them, somehow staying bone dry.
"I love what they've done with the place." She struck a pose. "Very end-of-the-world aesthetic."
Thunder cracked loud enough to make Grace's teeth rattle. Lightning struck a place three buildings away, turning it into molten slag that dripped onto the street below.
"Okay." Grace wiped rain from her eyes. "This is... not good."
"Understatement of the year."
