The answer, of course, was to break the sky. Clouds blotted out the sun, and the first peals of thunder were a pleasant counterpoint to the humans’ screams. Lightning struck, and fire broke out across the different camps, and people scattered.
Andrev headed toward the center of the camp, head held high. The humans darted out of his path.
“Hear me, mortals,” he said, and his voice carried over the din of the storm. “The time has come for you to reap what you have sown. From now on, there is one authority in this nation, and that is me.”
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