The rain was now a gentle drizzle.
But the wind suddenly picked up—
After Gerald's corpse transformed into a nightmare, an inexplicable gust swept by, disheveling Annan's rain-soaked hair.
He squinted his eyes and slowly pressed his hair back down with his hand.
Although Annan felt that slicking his hair back into a pompadour at this moment might be cool... clearly, now was not the time for "me to stand at the pinnacle."
"What's going on?"
His actions paused as he faintly heard a clamor from beyond the wall of people.
Annan raised his voice and asked, "With such heavy rain...who has come?"
At the same time, he gently patted Salvatore on the shoulder, signaling him with a look.
Salvatore was obviously no fool either.
The young wizard, with his brown short hair and heavy eye bags, quickly picked up the seemingly plain hammer from the ground and stealthily tucked it into his pocket.
