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The rain came faster than expected.
The climate on the island is like this, with clear skies in the morning possibly turning into a storm in the afternoon. The collapsed sinkhole had barely been filled with a layer of rocks and sea sand at the bottom when the sudden downpour came pouring down.
The time was around three o'clock in the afternoon.
Meanwhile.
Liszt was in his room in the port town, feasting on his meal. The roasted magical beast meat sprinkled with seasoning, no need for drink accompaniments, was still delicious.
This was already his fourth meal of the day.
One in the morning, one mid-morning, one at noon, and one in the afternoon. And he would still need one in the evening, another at night, and yet another in the middle of the night.
Seven meals a day, each more than he used to eat.
He also had to visit the bathroom twice, to expel the residues of the digested food.
