Prologue

The devil’s shifting steps carried him with eerie speed, and he quickly arrived behind Alexander. As the devil drew his clawed hand back in preparation for a killing blow, he leaned in and whispered in Alexander’s ear, “You’re not strong enough to withstand the storm.”

With the faintest hint of a smile brushing his lips, Alexander calmly turned and locked eyes with the devil. As raw elemental power began to visibly coalesce and webs of arcane lightning shimmered into existence around him, he quietly replied, “I am the storm.”