"God, protect us! Grant us your protection!"
"God, no!"
People desperately tried to escape the raging wind. Whether they were the hidden Primordial believers or the diligent Church believers, they were all equally fragile in the storm. They exerted all their strength, seeking shelter from the storm's assault in various ways.
The wild wind, accompanied by torrential rain, roared like a beast set free. Birds that could not flee in time were torn apart; their feathers scattered everywhere, and even their flesh was ripped apart and mixed with the rain, falling to the ground until the storm ceased.
The Priest clung to a stone pillar, his body completely drenched and in utter panic. As he saw wave after wave of a tsunami approaching, he prayed continuously and clumsily ran towards the stone church in town, which was the nearest building.
The church's main doors were overcrowded as people desperately squeezed inside, various shouts overlapping each other.
"It's safe there!"
