Heavy rain fell to the ground, sheets of water softened the hard dirt and for the first time since he became a demon, Azemo was feeling cold.
There had been that time when he had gotten sick because he spent too much time in the enchanted rain of the capital. While he had felt a little unwell, Azemo would not have considered that time as being cold.
Without the aid of mana, coursing through his body, Azemo did not have the natural resistances that most demons had.
To make things worse, as Azemo was shivering under the torrent of heavy raindrops, his body was feeling tired and worn out. Without the adrenaline of battle, his body was feeling the full effects of over exertion.
'This body is kinda useless.'
