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FOOSH!

Heavy rain continued to fall down, drenching the lands.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Under the relentless downpour, a small figure trudged forward, their steps barely audible against the pounding rain. The person's body, slight and delicate, appeared almost childlike in stature. Their hood, soaked through and heavy with water, clung to their head, offering little protection now. Droplets streamed down their face, tracing invisible lines beneath the fabric.

The figure's movements were slow and purposeful, each step a fight against the weight of the storm. The road ahead was blurred by the rain, a muddled pathway of glistening puddles and slick mud. Despite the harshness of the weather, the figure pressed on, determined, as if the storm was merely an inconvenience.