[ForgetTheUnknown]

"It is time for me to lend my power to Skarnfel's forces in this upcoming battle. Muster your strength, Aphros. Bring out your strongest of warriors so I can challenge them myself. I'm already bored of waiting cozily within the Shadowlands. Certainly there must be something to do other than to cower inside the walls of your city."
- Ryobu

Upon the Owldrake's command the Oni of Storms decided to insert himself into the battle, already prepared for a fight. The weather has been haywire the past few weeks, with storm clouds swarming in some parts of Meranthe. Destructive winds and thunder gone rampant as they razed the forests, rare sightings of passersby getting struck with lightning. The Oni's actions speaks greater than words. His wrath should be given to anyone who draw near. But for the cowards hiding within Aphros? They would somehow face his wrath eventually on the battlefield, one way or another.