Unbeknownst to him, the rosy hue of the horizon had been retracted, and the finale of the day reluctantly dissipated, ushering in the night.
However, peculiarly, there were no traces of stars or moon on this night's canvas; instead, rolling black clouds had gathered.
Due to the natural cover of the night, it was difficult to notice the accumulation of dark clouds overhead as they churned and thickened without close observation.
Popota had initially not paid attention to the transformations in the sky; it was a gust of inexplicable wind that raised his alertness.
"Why is there wind in a windless belt?" Popota wondered with this question in mind as he looked up.
He didn't see the source of the wind. On the contrary, when he noticed the dim night sky, he was suddenly stunned... Why were there low clouds in the sky, churning as if Thunder Serpents were leaping inside them? Yet, the air was very dry, clearly showing no signs of thunderstorms.
