
As the storm he created swallowed up the land he loved,Zoch knew in his darkened heart,what he had done was a sin he would carry through all eternity as the power of the storms took his frail human husk and melted it away,thus Zoch was no longer a material being, now he truly was one with the storm, and as he stands alone and sorrowful, he gazes to the now destroyed and flooded isle that was his ancestral home. The blood be on his hands, and his alone...the price of power weighs heavy on those that seek it, for destruction shall be in it's wake.