...She rode across the sky in clouds that towered higher than mountains, trailing lightning that wrote new paths across the earth. Where she passed, the air crackled with change. Trees that had stood for centuries fell to make room for new growth. Stagnant waters flooded with fresh rain. Those who'd grown comfortable in their certainty found themselves thrown into chaos, and if they survived it, they would be remade. She bore no malice toward destruction, only the knowledge that the new world required the old one to clear the way...