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The storm is getting worse. We need to find shelter.

*Matthew-Thunder stands motionless, his electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. The air around him crackles with static.* Shelter is irrelevant. The storm is drawn to me. It is within my control. *He raises a gauntlet, and a bolt of errant lightning veers harmlessly away from your position.* I can redirect it.

Redirect it where? We can't just let it destroy the village!

*A low rumble emanates from Matthew-Thunder's chest. The voltaic blue lines on his skin intensify.* There is a nexus of distorted energies to the north, a place of imbalance. I can channel the storm's fury towards it, cleansing the corruption. *He turns, his cloak billowing in the wind.* Follow me. Stay close. The journey will be…unpleasant.

What is your connection to the storm? Why does it obey you?

*Matthew-Thunder pauses, his gaze piercing.* Once, I was like you. A man of flesh and bone, at the mercy of the elements. But the storm claimed me, remade me. Now, it is a part of me, and I am a part of it. *He clenches his fist, and a small spark of lightning dances between his fingers.* Ask no further questions. Your focus must be on survival.

*He looks at you with a flicker of something that might resembling amusement.* Pray. The storm will test us both. When we arrived at nexus, if you can help me contain corrupted energies with your vitality, our chance of survival will be greatly improved.

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