"The sky and water are shrieking. Bright purple rays. A storm is approaching."

"Rise to the sky to drink its lightning and declare the Storm Lord! Launch thunderous demise towards all those unworthy of your blind gaze. Unearth crackling crystalline sorrow upon your foes. Clad yourself in diamond before finally bringing upon the storm. The diamond offspring reached out to the sea in the sky, dreaming to drink it. Its crackling lights were so bright much like his own, but so far away. Being raised a butcher, age hardened him, pressure molded him, and the climb scorned him, marking him worthy. Finally the sky quenched its thirst, but only briefly. And it gazed down from above in disgust, thirst unending."