As the group of Magi ventured deeper into the forest, the sky overhead grew darker. The clouds swirled and churned with a gloomy energy.
Rainfalls during winter were scarce in the southern part of the Ulier Continent. The air grew heavy and oppressive, a prelude to the storm that was on the horizon.
Soon enough, the first droplets of rain began to fall, slow at first, but quickly becoming strong, splashing against the leaves of the towering trees. The rainfall intensified in a very short time, turning into a torrential downpour.
The group of Magi stopped, their robes damp from the heavy rain. Even though they took shelter under a large tree, it barely made a difference.
"This rainfall is going to make things quite difficult for us," Adam gazed through the canopy and spoke with a grim expression.
The sudden change in the weather would heavily alter the terrain, making it difficult for the Magi to fight the beasts.
