Muffled thunder exploded within the dense clouds, green and white lightning slashed through the gloomy sky, and the howling wind swept through the streets and alleys of Third Flame City. Low shrubs swayed helplessly in the fierce gales, and occasionally, residents' belongings left outside were whisked up by the wind, tumbling through the air towards the distance. Accompanied by several more thunderclaps, the long-brewing downpour finally arrived—without any prelude or transition. The coming of the rainstorm was like a magic water balloon bursting overhead; rainwater formed a continuous sheet as it poured down from the sky. Though it was only afternoon, the city had already grown as dark as evening. Lights along the shop windows ignited one after another, their dim glow obscured by the dense rain mist, blurring into hazy halos just a few meters away.