When she turned her gaze there, she noticed something odd. Even though it was hard to see with the darkness, she noticed clouds building. They didn’t look like normal clouds either, they were dark and angry. It was similar to storm clouds, but she knew it was different. There was a tinge of an iron smell in the air. But what sealed it as unnatural was the blinding white beam reaching into the heavens. Even as small and far away as it was, Marie-Claire could see it.