Lightning flashes from black clouds that have formed over the ocean near the mountains. Thunder crashes over the plain. A stentorian juddering roar sets the waves aquiver and shakes the land. Aesir and Asura alike gaze at the angry storm. Moving fast, it begins to curve toward the coast. Beneath it, the surface of the sea humps, and black spines taller than the masts of ships spring from the surface. All know what’s coming, and everyone near the beach flees.
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