Dark clouds loomed overhead. The mega-dungeon was never silent; it always writhed with echoing desolation. It was a grey world. First, it began with small trickles, but that soon turned into a rumble in the dark night as rain began to fall.
Soon, it was a downpour in that abandoned, apocalyptic world.
Mark stood atop a colossal watchtower, raindrops trickling down his wide wings as he breathed out slowly.
Hanging onto his hand, Shiden squirmed, his legs waving around against the air in an attempt to escape, but Mark didn't give him any heed.
Crah! Crah!
Wet ravens flapped their wings and flew with immense speed through the rain and darkness. Some demons eyed them with greed.
Only birds were so greedy and arrogant as to live amidst hungry wolves when they had no strength to resist a hunt—yet they had wings to escape.
The rain is good.
"Seo Jin Hu," Mark called calmly.
