Kysis smiled as he heard the winds whistle around him even as he watched the last stages of the ritual be put into place. The wind danced, whipping up storms the like of which had never before been seen on this world. Chaos and destruction, no matter their cause, were beautiful.
"I'm watching sister." He whispered into the wind, so softly even those standing next to him likely missed it. "Dance for me. Let me see the result of your labors. Impress me."