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Clouds loomed on the horizon, rising threateningly, rolling over each other to the onslaught. However they held back, as if the pure radiance of the fortress itself created an impenetrable field. The clouds still loomed, their pressure mounting as though pushed by malevolent hands. The two forces reached equilibrium, the sky was torn and rent beneath their fury, righteous and wicked. One had to give. The resisting light of the fortress shattered inwards abruptly under the raw fury of the clouds, now racing forwards to collide unimpeded with the fortress, its mighty force thrashing the water as it passed over. The mighty clouds reached the beach, wavering on the perilous rocks but never halting, moving incessantly forwards, ever closer. They smashed against the rocks, with the fortress atop. The storm billowing over as though a wraith, unhindered, undamaged. The clouds, however, had not all reached the walls, remnants littered their path forwards, drifting meekly over the land else still. The mighty flames, ablaze about the fortress, soared into the sky, dispelling the clouds in their path, banished from their wrath. They were as tendrils, grabbing at the clouds and ending their life in rapid succession. Eventually their movements became slow and sluggish, wearied by the perpetual clouds, unable to destroy the clouds drifting ever forwards, averting their treacherous grasp, moving ever closer to their conquest. But the flames reared up again, looming over the walls, and the clouds halted at the sight of their righteous fury, and were blinded by the light which pierced their very souls.