"Extinct? Ha!" The old man slapped his knee, a move that finally caused him to lose his balance.
He stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the table. "That is what the great sects want you to believe! That is the soothing lie they feed the masses so you sleep at night! They fear the thunder! They fear the uncontrollable spark!
This one, this singular prisoner, is a living relic of the old world. They say he eats the black storm clouds for breakfast! They say his mere sneezes shatter the peaks of mountains!"
The crowd groaned louder, but the storyteller pressed on. "When the officials finally cornered him, it took eight Grandmasters of the Heavenly Water Sect and the summoning of a localized hurricane just to bind his hands!
