The Solution (2nd Edition)

Xen

The new storms had denied mùqīn.

    She would never get her chance to study them in their dormant and singular states.

    With unpleasant purpose, the super cyclones had quickly become Category 7's. Next, they'd oscillated towards each other, until converging over the Philippines. The maelstroms created were of epic proportions, and producing tsunami-like waves, they blighted with torrent and deluge.

     To most who'd watched from our refuge, it had seemed as though not even Poseidon could have wielded such immense power.

    Inevitably, the cyclones merged and gave birth to Mega Fujiwhara.

    The world then witnessed the first super storm to ever rank at Category 11.

    Omnipotently, it was dubbed, 'The Hand of God'.

    However, despite the spiritual connotation, it wasn't the World-Ender I had described long ago and warned the world about.

    Not yet.

    As The Hand of God moved up over China's eastern seaboard, I was sure it had ripped everything apart, including the long spanning mega levee wall, forged from The Defense.

    Invariably, all was probably lost at that point, due to death and destruction of unequivocal measure. However, by no means was the phenomenon, finished. And to everyone's dismay, it had begun to act, strangely...

    It moved over the Russias, and lingered, until the unthinkable happened.

    The storm possessed so much might, that it literally pulled at all three jet streams.

    Over longitude and latitude, mass bands of sub-tropical and polar-arctic air caused a swell in the storm. Subsequently, this gave rise to the emergence of electrical discharges known as sprites, which were super in nature.

    The Hand of God, had mutated.

    It was ungodly now, and all fears were realized in those who'd witnessed it from overhead. This included all of us Eligibles, those aboard UNity, and those few who dwelled on Mars.

    'Satan' - The Category 12 World-Ender - was released upon the world.

    His edges became arcus cloud and the outflow was dense, cold, and ghostly.

    His inner spirals wisped around like poltergeist and consisted of undulatus asperatus.

    On top of that, the clouds pulsed with new variants of sprites, until Satan's ichor was released. The poisonous acid rain poured down manically, sullying everything below.

    Then his spirals started to move in all directions, like mega tendrils from another dimension. This caused a rare shift in formation, which gave rise to mammatus cloud, the bulbous appearance a daunting mix of purple and orange.

    Stranger still, yellow, blue and even red lightning pulsed throughout the clouds.

    Lastly, Satan's core was an eternal abyss.

    It was an overhead chasm as dark as night, which produced a black glacial blast.

    'The Fist of Satan' had begun to thump the northern hemisphere with apocalyptic damnation.

    The World-Ender continued to move, until it made landfall over The Nordic Realm. Once it had, eerie beams of light pulsed inside of it, which we observed from space. Some type of energy seemed to disrupt The Fist. Consequently, cloud cover dissipated, reformed, and dissipated in an ongoing pattern of resistance.

    During his two days upon the Earth, Satan had shifted course numerous times. Conclusively, he had plagued six continents with his tainted ice, before dissipating completely, and leaving majestic lenticular cloud in his wake.

    Antarctica had managed to remain untouched.

    On the third day, I broke from being consoled, and tried to forge a search party from orbit.

    Cassius, Suki, Mikey and Sarah were also keen to get some type of rescue effort underway.

    Despite our insurrection, weeks began to pass. And eventually, Stephen forced us to accept the withdrawal of resources, based on the conditions below.

    In that moment, it was as good as official.

    Despite our tracking technology - Chon and mùqīn were lost to us now.