“Whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life”

“Everything was slowly disintegrating around her”

The Stormcaller Cleric's faith was unyielding. She had devoted her life to serving the gods, and she knew that they would never abandon her. As she watched everything around her crumble into dust, she believed with all of her heart that they would protect her.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and the cleric was surrounded by a divine aura. The ground stopped shaking, and the wind died down. She knew that she was being saved by the gods - they had not abandoned her after all.

She felt a sense of peace wash over her, and she knew that she would be safe now. The gods were with her always, and she would serve them faithfully for the rest of her days.

She could feel the magic flowing through her, empowering her. The storm was coming, and she would be its master. The other Clerics were chanting, their words a dull drone in her ears. She opened herself up to the storm, and it answered. Power coursed through her veins, lighting up her mind with brilliant flashes of lightning. She let out a roar, and the storm responded. Wind whipped around her, tearing at clothes and hair. Rain pelted down on her skin like needles of ice. She laughed and raised her arms skyward. The storm was hers!

Suddenly, she felt something touch her shoulder. She spun around, but there was nothing there. Just an empty room and the other Clerics watching her with horrified looks on their faces. She shook her head and tried to focus on the storm again, but it was gone. Vanished as quickly as it had come. The other Clerics were still staring at her, so she turned and walked away from them. They could keep their stupid religion; she had power now!