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The power of disaster was gathering.
The endless water vapor from an unknown place brewed into dark clouds.
They were stacked on top of each other like building blocks.
It was a sunny day just now.
In the blink of an eye.
The light in the owl castle was completely dimmed.
The suppressed sound of thunder reverberated through the clouds.
Occasionally, the white light would illuminate Roger's solemn face.
"Hualala!"
The light rain started to fall outside the window.
His eyes stared into the rain for a long time.
He then turned to look at the ether witch who had just appeared.
The latter was wearing a dark red silk robe.
His every movement exuded a languid aura.
But her eyes were extremely sharp.
It formed a sharp contrast with his own temperament.
Roger looked away.
She had also just shifted her attention back from the sudden drizzle.
"Disaster is coming."
The witch murmured.
Roger asked, "
