The rain was violent...
Like the divine judgement of some storm god displeased at the arrogance of the mortals below.
Only in this case, the storm was contained within this portion of sky.
There has been no rain on the mountain. Instead, the moment they had broken through the ocean of white clouds, they had arrived in this strange place filled with bloodthirsty creatures of the storm and lots of rain.
While Cain knew the mountain was still there and could vaguely feel its presence, he didn't know where it was. It was as though there was something within the storm screwing with his perception of distance and direction.
Itw as incredibly off-putting.
So much so, he began misfiring a couple times. A few times, his arrows failed to pierce a vital organ, allowing the creature in question to live.
The aerial battle was a delicate balance.
