~ Third Person's Point of View ~
The heavy rain has caused the wolves to lurked and slithered. Even the humans and undead tried to avert from it yet, they have nowhere to stay.
As the cold breeze has blown up, the tress and elongated flowers began to sway and quiver. The leaves started up to fall and carried off by the centrist wind.
Hence, Danaya has to retreat as she can't jump off onto the water. She has failed yet, she will never accept the ugly truth that was inscribed already on her palm.
Discreetly, Danaya swallowed her vanity as she swerved and let Belor escape.
She has to move forward while there's no one who will get into there was as she has found the undead's weaknesses.
Water and fire.
They are afraid of the two elements who will be found effortlessly.
"We will keep moving but, keep an eye on the thoroughfare we're taking!" Danaya said while the raindrops touch her face.
