Storm: Tempest's Wrath. [X-MEN]

The storm had been building for days, rumbling on the horizon like a living thing. The world’s cities had grown complacent, hiding behind steel, glass, and their fragile illusion of control. But Ororo Munroe — Storm — knew the truth: nature bows to no one.

The mutant goddess stood at the edge of the sea, rain lashing against her skin-tight X-Men suit, golden accents glinting under the flash of lightning. Behind her, the city loomed — a place she had once sworn to protect.

Before her, the tempest roared in obedience to her will, waves thrashing like a thousand enraged spirits.

She wasn’t here as a savior. Not this time. Tonight, she was judgment. The lightning in her veins sang with the raw fury of the skies, and the clouds themselves bent in fear. This was no battle between heroes and villains — it was the earth reclaiming its due. And in the eye of the storm, she was the unyielding hand that struck.