Amihan flew to the highest point in the city. Her eyes fixed at a far distance, apparently blank but definitely seeing, surveying the dark clouds and lightning that were forming above the sea. She remained calm but the sides of her eyes creased, as if taking a fighting stance against an impending attack, but it was only because she was witness to something no typical eye could see.
"It's coming faster than what I anticipated," said a voice behind her. She turned to see Habagat, who silently followed her in flight. She, however, pretended that she did not hear, and remained focused on the storm that was brewing.
"But it's not me, Habagat," she said desperately. "That's why I'm here, observing, trying to figure it out—because it's not me who's creating all the rain and the wind."
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