The rainstorm wiped the sky clear better than the most effective cleanser.
Either confused or horrified, the wizards watched the reflection of the desert dissolved.
"It vanished!"
"But where is the Time of Plunder?!"
"Sorry, but I never saw a plane fusion before. Does that mean it concluded?"
"No, fool! It was interrupted!"
"Again?!"
The heavy rain persisted as if the world's consciousness were crying over its meaningless effort in dealing with the plane fusion, only to give the final fruit to somebody else.
Of course, nobody could care less about what the world's consciousness was doing. They only wanted their cash delivered.
"Did Seurat lie to us? Where is this f*cking 'great destiny'??"
One after one, frustrated people found where the team sent by Starliege Temple waited and went to question them.
"But… Our Overseers never fail their prophecy. Not once." A Prophet tried to rationalize the situation.
