The sound of thunder could be heard. Lightning flashed, yet there was not a drop of rain that fell. A breeze came in, as if wind itself descended from the heavens to the ground below. A cloud swirled around as a voice spoke from the midst of it.
"YOU HAVE A GREAT HONOR, AND A GREAT PRIVILEGE..." The voice thundered, "TO SPEAK WITH I, THE ONE AND ONLY..."
The cloud dissipated, and a man could be seen hovering as it faded, one leg atop the other as though he were sitting down, resting his head on his fist.
"Zebedee Vergil Galewind," He continued, with thunder he generated emphasizing the grandeur of his entrance.