Creation Of The Gods I: Kingdom Of: Storms

Jiang turned. The Yellow River, sluggish and brown just that morning, had reversed its flow. Water rose in pale fists, tearing free of their banks, climbing into the sky like roots pulled backward into the seed. Fish flopped on exposed stones. A fishing boat spun in dry air.

That was the first sign that this was no mortal war. Above the Yellow Earth, clouds churned like a dragon’s gut, spitting rain that fell sideways, then upward, then not at all. Lightning did not strike—it lingered , forked and furious, stitching the heavens to the mud in threads of white fire. creation of the gods i: kingdom of storms

Jiang Ziya looked up at the boiling sky and saw the last of the immortal cranes scatter east, fleeing toward Kunlun. The gods had closed their doors. No reinforcements would come from above. Jiang turned

The sky broke before the battle did.

Jiang Ziya chose order.