On the cliffs of Crete, beneath skies that often crackled with thunder, a child was found where lightning had struck the orange groves. His name was Nikandros. The villagers took him in, but soon they noticed something strange. The storms didn't seem to pass him by. They followed him.

With nowhere left to hide, Nikandros stood still as lightning struck around him. For the first time, he didn't run. He stepped forward, and the storm answered. Lightning raced across the sky. Thunder shook the ground. And somehow, Nikandros could feel it all moving with him. The fear that had followed him for years was gone. He wasn't resisting the storm anymore. He was moving with it.

From the scorched earth, Nikandros forged the Storm Spear, Therapeftís. With every strike, it channels the power of the storm, sending lightning through the air and cracks through the ground. But his greatest strength is that he learned to face his worst fear. Now, when thunder rolls across the sky, Nikandros doesn't run.