At humanity's army encampment, Jim stood silently, his gaze distant and indifferent.
Heavy rain poured down, soaking his clothes, but he remained rooted to the spot, as though savoring the downpour.
"Jim, don't you want to take shelter in the tent? You'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long."
Natasya's voice, cold yet laced with concern, came from behind him. Jim didn't move, merely shaking his head in response.
"Don't worry, Natasya. I won't get sick," he replied casually. "Besides, it's rare for it to rain in the Desert of Chaos. I want to enjoy it."
A faint smile curled Jim's lips as he lifted his gaze to the sky, watching the dark clouds intermittently crackle with red lightning.
"But..." Natasya started to protest but quickly held her words back.
