Sounds of the clapping and booming thunder could be heard. The breakneck speed of the lightning was also unmatched in this particular area. The navy (dark blue) sky roared as it constantly lashed the ground with its violent bolts of jagged lightning. The Thunder Plains welcomed anyone who was bold enough to try and cross its never-ending labyrinth without being zapped to a piece of black ash.
Zeph stood on top of a lightning tower. These towers were built to draw lightning away from people who were crossing the vast area. The sky roared as bolts of lightning could be seen flashing around the blue, cold, seemingly petrified floor of Thunder Plains.
Zeph brushed his short, messy white hair to the left as a tear dropped from his solemn baby blue eyes. In his arms was a fallen summoner, one that he had loved with all his malevolent and corrupted heart.
Her face was still ever so smooth and radiant. She still smiled although she was no longer part of this war-torn world. Both of them were only fifteen when their fates crossed paths and intertwined. Zeph smiled back at her as the sudden flashes of lightning reflected his tear-stained face. His face was literally bleak and full of melancholy.
Memories poured through this vindicated mind as he closed his eyes as he recalled the more idyllic and blissful days of when they first met…