"It finally ended," Inari said, letting out a breath of relief.
The swirling clouds unfolded as the starry sky appeared above their head as if the storm they survived was nothing but an illusion. Elior came up onto the boat with his wet shorts and t-shirt. The shorts were in good condition, but the casual t-shirt was torn to the point of unrecognisable. Seriously, it was a terrible choice of wardrobe in this place.
"It was my third favourite t-shirt," Elior grumbled as the gust of wind hit his body and swayed the torn shirt off his body as he let it.
