The rain at the coast wasn't warm anymore. It had turned into a freezing slurry of saltwater and black ash.
Xin stood on the surface of the ocean. He wasn't swimming; the energy radiating from his feet was so intense that the water turned to steam instantly, creating a cushion of pressure that kept him standing. His golden skin was cracked, and through the fissures, a deep, pulsing blue light hummed. He was a walking contradiction—the heat of a sun and the chill of the void, held together by a thread of human will.
Thirty yards away, the "Eye of the Storm" had finally touched the water. The sea was being sucked upward into a massive, rotating funnel of darkness. And standing at the base of that funnel was the Void-Lord.
It didn't look like the monsters in the city. It didn't have cl
