Storm II
Within Jr. the Red Dragon howls in a perpetual storm. If he unleashed it, it would rise on screaming winds to shred everything around him. He has never set it free; his one vision of it unfettered was of planetary cataclysm. Never entirely silent, in sleep it smolders in his breast like a hot coal. When it awakens, the force rises to batter at him till he can hear its echoes rumble in the atmosphere above him and the earth below. It promises to rend the world asunder, tempts him with the prospect of nothing left to ache for.
