It was only five in the evening, and yet the skies had drastically changed from bright yellow to a cool dark-blue. For some reason, it seemed that a storm was brewing not far away from the city. The beachgoers were slightly disappointed as they worried how long the rains would last.
The Order members could feel something strange in the winds that blew on the city, hoping that this storm wouldn't be complicating their operations that night. It was a very important mission, and battling demons under the rain might pose its threats.
Isla didn't look optimistic as she repeatedly scanned the incoming storm. They were at a camp set up outside the church. She then turned to Alessa, who was staring out into the storm, and asked with a soft voice. "You do realize Luca hates it if you drive him out like he's some kind of dead weight."
