In the blink of an eye, the originally clear sky was covered in dark clouds. Layers of dark clouds covered the sky, as if night had arrived early.
"Rumble!"
The sky exploded with deafening thunder. The howling wind swept up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, and banners fluttered in the wind.
The commoners on the streets below were stunned by this scene. They shouted in panic, "There's thunder."
"Why is there thunder in the middle of winter?"
"How can the wind still be so strong!"
"…"
Noisy shouts rose and fell.
In the private room, the middle-aged man with a pale face and a beard was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but think of a saying: "Thunder in winter brings snow."
The meaning of this sentence was that thunder in winter was a precursor to a snowstorm.
As if to verify his thoughts, goose feather-like snowflakes quickly fell from the sky. They fluttered one after another, and it was a vast expanse of white.
