Bab 116: Aurlith

Evening. 

The sky above got cloudier and cloudier since the start of the journey from Damcus. The cottony and dark clouds above blocked the little light the evening sun was trying to gift. 

Winds were howling, blowing off dust and leaves, and other lost things everywhere. But it barely did anything to the old man sitting at the front of the royal coach, or the mighty magical beasts pulling it.

The old man looked up at the day but dark sky. "It's going to be a downpour." He muttered. And he was right.

Moments later, the clouds bursted, deluging the earth with heavy rainfall.

*Pitter-Patter*

Rain drummed against the wooden roof of the carriage and blurred the window.

But Adrian, who was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, was not bothered in the slightest. If anything, the rainfall had a soothing effect on him.