The moment Noah spoke those words, reality seemed to bend. The air above the hangar bay began to swirl, and the temperature dropped by at least ten degrees in seconds. What started as a gentle breeze quickly escalated into something far more dramatic.
Storm materialized not as a simple creature descending from a portal, but as a living weather phenomenon. Ice crystals formed in the air around him, creating prismatic light shows as they caught the hangar's illumination. Lightning didn't just crackle around his form—it danced, weaving patterns that seemed almost artistic in their complexity. His wingspan had to be at least twenty feet, each wing membrane crackling with contained electrical energy while frost patterns traced along the translucent surfaces.
The Hollow Blizzard Monarch's arrival sent a visible shockwave through the crowd. This wasn't just big—this was mythological.
"Jesus Christ," someone whispered from the bleachers, and Noah couldn't blame them.
