42 ~ the Uracan

There is bound to be trouble when the god of the easterlies - Dumagsa and the southwesterly winds -  Habagat meet up. Their primordial disdain for each other result to a proud fearsome battle as they assert their supremacy over the other. 

They feed off their anger from the warm waters of the seas as tempers flare out until it reaches in a tipping point. Engaged in a tug of war, they find themselves in a deathly spiral, the Uracan.

Unmindful of the eventual repercussions of their selfish act, drawing their latent strength from the heat of their confrontation while measuring each other's weaknesses, the scale and intensity of their open hostilities grow in size and ferocity until it becomes a monster of its own.

Developing a distinct personality over its entire lifespan, the Uracan is never kind. Anything that lays on its path is bound to experience some sort of inferno with varying levels of torment. But for sure, there will be destruction, death and despair in the ensuing aftermath. A weak heart will never stand a chance as titans' clash to their heart's content.

Gathering strength, the Uracan gains an eye. There it will focus its brawn-like potency for atrocity. It will take satisfaction at lost lives and the trail of ruination it will leave behind. 

There is only little time before its first tentacle-like appendages reach the isle of Sidlakan. The portal to Ophiroth has been unlocked, the evacuation is in full-swing, lives will be saved.

Lumina can only hope for sobriety between the Anemoi so that the level of destruction will be minimized. But no matter what is bound to happen, life will always continue to persist as it always has been since the beginning of time...