Chapitre 68: Trap

            The cloud raged in lightning, and the wind rose swirling above. It was one of those days that civilians feared to even get out of their homes. The gathering clouds showed it would shower any time with a heavy shower and with the help of the mad wind, a storm was not far away.

          Even though it was just afternoon, the path was vacant, with all the vehicles, trains, shops and everything else being stopped. The federation announced a curfew until the storm stopped, though there was no break for the guardians. This was one of the times when most of the chaos fiends got mad and attacked the rings.

          A man wearing leather jerkins and breastplates stormed onto the vacant path. The wind did not stop him, nor the raging lightning or thunder that lit up the surrounding now and then. He was running for his life, his legs were almost numb as he was rushing away for half an hour, yet the foreboding feeling did not leave him.