The Wrath ring was no stranger to powerful storms; from flaming tornadoes with neck breaking wind speeds, to rain that can either boil you alive or freeze you over. It's these weather conditions that many wonder how the farmers in the area can live in the Wrath ring, let alone have a good harvest, but to Wrath imps it was a normal Tuesday night for them. This night, however, the storm brought about a guest to Wrath.
Up in the skies a bright yellow light was flickering, going on and off when it was hit with the scolding water. The light zoomed off to seek shelter from the rain, having their prayers answered with a barn with the door wide open. Swooping into the barn, the light settled into a pile of hay and waited for the storm to die out. Unbeknownst to them, this was the start of their path intertwining with someone else.
