Wind blasted against proud trees, tilting them nearly to the floor. Rain crashed against the ground. Thunder rumbled behind the clouds. Lightning crackled here and there.
Feeling the water trickling down his hair and clothes, Mark ambled along the wet woods. Dona and Yuri followed behind him.
A sudden lightning illuminated their faces.
"I want some coffee," Yuri said, rubbing the inconspicuous slit on her forehead. "Want me to make some? Send me into your World Space."
Mark spat out some rainwater and shook his head. "Not now. We are near a city of savages, you can inherit two Savage Magic from there. Then, I want to search for the Armor to try and speak with him once—then, we'll leave this World."
"Lucky Yuri," Dona muttered and looked up at the dark, churning clouds as she walked.
A Silver Savage can only have one Savage Magic, but a Golden Savage can have two. So Yuri would be gaining two more abilities under her belt.
