But in a blink of an eye, the rain started pouring down.
The sentinels were still stationed and the scouts were still scouting. Only those who were idle took the opportunity to leisurely seek shelter in the tent, grabbing a few packs of compressed biscuits for their dinner as the rain cascaded heavily down.
However, during such tense times, such indolent behavior was bound to arouse discontent.
"Flossie Wright, Becca Reyes!"
The night had just fallen when a voice came shout from outside the tent, calling out loud as if fearing that others wouldn't hear. Despite the rain blanketing all other sounds, the shouts could still be heard loud and clear.
"What's all the shouting about?"
Becca Reyes, wearing a raincoat, came out of the tent, looking at Neal Thompson who was standing outside. She instinctively furrowed her brows at him.
She knew that Neal Thompson had always disliked them.
