The storm intensified, its howling winds clawing at Gregory’s skin as the figure before him dissolved into the shadows. The ground beneath him rumbled with a primal fury, as if it were alive, aware of the imminent reckoning.Every crack of thunder reverberated deep within his chest, and the very air around him shimmered with raw, untapped energy. The line between reality and something far darker had blurred beyond recognition.Gregory staggered forward, barely keeping his balance as the world shifted around him. The familiar comfort of solid ground seemed to slip away, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty. But his resolve hardened. He would not be consumed. Not yet.The figure's words echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the unseen weight pressing down on him. "The storm is yours to command, but it will cost you. Are you prepared to pay the price?"Gregory’s heart pounded in his chest as a terrifying thought struck him: What if the storm wasn’t just a force of nature? What

The wind howled again, louder now, swirling around the fractured remnants of the ground as if the earth itself was trying to tear apart.Gregory’s heart raced, his every instinct screaming to run, to flee, to escape the nightmare that had risen from the depths. But there was nowhere to go. The storm had already claimed everything, and now it had come for him.Victor’s distorted form towered over him, his monstrous presence radiating an unsettling aura of malevolent power. His glowing eyes locked onto Gregory, filled with an ancient, twisted hunger.It was clear, this creature was not just a man. This was something that had been birthed from the very heart of the storm, a being that had evolved from chaos itself.Gregory could feel the power thrumming in the air, crackling with a dark energy he had never encountered before. The storm, once his ally, had been twisted into something unrecognizable, feeding into the very essence of Victor.The creature stood as if it were a god, and Grego

Gregory’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as the world around him twisted into a kaleidoscope of chaos.The air was thick with the electric pulse of the storm, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend and break under the weight of its power. Lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the abyssal landscape in fleeting bursts of blinding light, only to plunge it back into darkness.The shadow before him, the figure that had once seemed like an unstoppable force, was now faltering. Its form flickered, as if struggling to maintain its physical presence in the face of the storm’s raw, unbridled fury.Gregory could feel the storm within him, an ancient power awakening, not just reacting but fighting back, an echo of the primal force that had been the storm’s original creator.“What is this?!” The figure’s voice, now distorted, crackling with static, shouted above the roar of the winds.“You should not have tampered with forces beyond your understanding!”Gregory’s mind sw

The light was blinding, too bright to comprehend, too intense for the human eye to withstand. Gregory’s body felt as though it were being torn apart, his every atom being stretched and compressed at once.He screamed, but his voice was swallowed by the soundless roar of the light, as if the very fabric of reality had collapsed into itself. The power, the force, the storm, it was all consuming him, pulling him into the abyss.For a moment, he thought he would be lost forever, consumed by the light. But then, something unexpected happened. The pressure eased. The light, once all-encompassing, started to fade.The storm’s fury, which had been so overwhelming just moments ago, quieted. He gasped for air, his lungs burning, as the light finally dissipated, leaving only an eerie silence.Gregory’s eyes opened slowly, his vision still blurred by the remnants of the blinding flash. He was no longer standing in the chasm, no longer facing the cloaked figure. Instead, he found himself on a cold

The chill in the air hadn’t dissipated. It hung around Gregory like a shroud, a constant reminder of the storm he had just unleashed.His breath came in ragged gasps, the weight of the power he now wielded settling heavily on his shoulders. The floor beneath his feet felt unstable, as though it too was still reeling from the sheer force of the energy that had just erupted from him.The air crackled with residual tension, the remnants of the storm’s fury. Gregory’s eyes flicked to the figure in the doorway, the one who had dared to challenge him.The figure remained motionless, a dark silhouette against the eerie glow of the hallway’s dim lights. For a moment, it seemed as though time had stopped altogether.The distant rumble of the storm outside, the hum of the machinery, everything had faded into a haunting silence.But that silence was soon shattered, not by a sound, but by the feeling of a presence, something even more dangerous than the storm, something more calculated, more dead