As the sun sets over the empty harbor, a massive wall of water clings to the sides of its path. Its path falls to the ground in the gentle breeze, shattering everything in its path. Red and orange flames cast swirling patterns across the barren water as it twists and turns, engulfing everything in its path. The ground shakes and engulfs every burst of energy, leaving behind a grotesque roar. The ground shakes and twists,, and the ground shakes to a sphinx of energy. This is the rage of nature, and the power to calm it down is to calm it down. This is a natural disaster, and it's time to evade it.