Chapter 93. Meeting of Kings

Erick's POV

There is something in the air. I can see several clouds forming in the skies, there is a storm to come and it's not just any storm, the people know, they can feel it in their bones and I can feel the apprehension through the bond I have through my subjects.

I take a deep breath and despair because I know why and want to stop this from becoming even bigger proportions. What I intend to do is something I can't remember any human ever achieving, not having a Harp.

I move away from the window and sit in the middle of the room, beginning to echo in the divine language that only the priests of Zeus and I understand.

Normally I start out feeling a light breeze that gradually turns into a storm, but this time it is simply incomparable in strength.

There is no breeze, only the sound of thunder resonating with form and raindrops falling heavily on my body, I do not fight this force, instead, I embrace it and am carried by the strong winds and my body