Chapter 116: Rain

The wind was picking. 

Know what? Just serve me a wide-open five fingers spread out slapping in the face for every mention of the wind and its state on current affairs because if someone doesn't stop me asap, it'll be the only thing I'd be remarking on throughout this whole ordeal.

Can't forget also the unabating reverberation happening in the skies so looming and foreboding - if there were any point in time the reason we were going through all this trouble happened to slip my mind, it'd take only a simple glance up, a ninety degrees tilt of the neck, and it'd be all coming back to me in an instant.

But for now, intrusive reminders were the very last thing that I needed here. What I needed now was -

"Focus… determination… and … intent…" Adalia in sputters kept muttering to me. "Focus… determination… and…"

"I'm trying," earnestly I said, earnestly I whispered. "Focusing… determining… intent-ing..."