"Thank goodness Harrison Port is situated on higher ground, otherwise it would have been completely submerged—the term 'sea of clouds' is so apt, isn't it as if half the sea has been turned into clouds?"
Ian made a snide comment, glancing at the young city guard next to him and noticing that although the guard was lying on the ground covered in mud, there was no state more wretched than his current one.
But it was precisely because of this that the guard was temporarily not at risk of being blown away; therefore, Ian simply lay down as well, pressing his body close to the ground.
"Ian!"
At that moment, Ian heard a somewhat muffled voice from behind him. He turned his head to see the young city guard struggling to lift his head in the tempest, his eyes seemingly harboring some complexity. The boy decided it was worth waiting for him to cough a few times before continuing, "I... my name is Scott. I'm heading to the Viscount's Mansion to report."
