A while ago.
On the third day after the Labyrinth opened, the torrential rain had not yet ceased.
In the Southern Sea, a blanket of heavy rain poured from the sky, and hurricanes continuously churned the tides non-stop. Between heaven and earth, amidst the vast ocean, there was only one sound left—a cacophony torn and shattered by the fierce winds.
The sea and sky were pitch black; only pale lightning cut through the dim rain curtain, occasionally illuminating this oppressive world. The stark lightning pierced through the rain, scattering a sky full of silvery white sparkles.
