Ooo!
The howling winds rampaged, slamming the windows and doors, the trees trembling and their branches bending to one side.
The residents along the Berserk Sea coast had rich experience dealing with hurricane weather—they had all tightly shut their doors and windows, crossed tape over them, and taken shelter away from the balconies and doors.
Yet, despite this, as they heard the roaring, shrill winds outside and felt their houses shuddering, they couldn't help but feel anxious and afraid. The vagrants had taken refuge in the cathedrals or poorhouses.
Amid the towering, crashing waves that sometimes reached the sky, the hooded, black-robed figure of Lumian could be seen.
His clothes were flapping loudly, his hood nearly blowing off.
