Poson Demon World, District 10.
The noise of the rain sounded like a ceaseless firework display.
The advertising billboards and giant screens between buildings flickered on and off through the curtain of rain, dyeing the water with brilliant colors, reflecting on the wet streets in a bewildering and magnificent drunken blur.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The downpour had arrived abruptly at nightfall in Floral City Pariel, and it had been several hours now.
The raindrops densely pelted down on the roads of the entire Floral City, quickly pooling into gushing streams that ran wild on the slopes, as if to wash away or completely submerge the city.