The weather in the North Territory is unpredictable in this season; it can be blistering hot during the day, but by night, a drizzle might fall.
Furthermore, there is a flash of lightning in the sky, and muffled thunder rolls within the clouds, suggesting a violent storm might be on the way.
A flash of lightning tears through the dome of the sky, illuminating the wilderness and Lucien, who is frantically fleeing through it.
This peak Warrior, at the present moment, is in a dire situation. He is disheveled and tattered, with a dagger stabbed into his chest. Blood has stained his whole body; just how much of it belongs to him and how much to others is unclear.
Though he has escaped from Swan City, Lucien is in no illusion; he knows he is still in danger.
He vaguely feels a gaze fixed on him.
However, when he looks around, he can't find the source of this gaze.
The rain intensifies, and Lucien feels his strength wearing down with the blood pouring from the wound on his chest.
