Crowley had changed much in the months since their departure. When they had left, it had been at the mercy of the unpredictable storms. The mountains had split, trees unearthed, and the rivers barricaded. The landscape had changed beyond recognition, and now it had altered further, faring no better against the seemingly relentless bombardment of the elements. All the windows in the small houses were now barricaded, and the swelling of the river was visible in the distance having washed over the wasted efforts of several attempts to divert its flow.
The storms had been unparalleled by anything they had yet witnessed. The crashing of thunder had been joined in harmonious rapport by the rumbling of earth as plains split under the stress of the assault.
The chaotic rain hammered without merc
