Upon the mountain peaks, a monk of great magnitude calmly sits. He is still like the Earth. He is loose like the flowing waters. His breath steady like the winds high above. Truly one with nature this valiant man of discipline. However, this was no ordinary seasoned warrior. He was the Herold of the Elements. The sky began to blacken as thick clouds shrouded the world below from the sun. The gentle winds began to stir and carry the rolling thunder across the land. The swirling skies became home to vehement lightning bolts striking heaven and Earth. But in the midst of all of this growing chaos, the warrior remained calm. Steady. Collected. This was his home, his dojo, and his very mind. This was a beacon of his power. A signal to the elements that their champion is here. And as the limelight from the parted clouds shone on his glory, the monk as opened his Eye of the Storm.

Art by the exceptional  Ginkko