The sky was turning dark.
Over the Royal Capital, clouds gathered densely, with a cold wind blowing.
An icy and fierce rainstorm fell without warning.
Even though it was the start of spring, such a heavy and sudden rain was quite unusual. The rain, mixed with the scent of soil that carried an odor of carcasses, fell on the structures with a noise aggravating to the spirit.
Even if one had encountered some joy, that elated feeling would turn sullen and irritable because of the sudden downpour.
Some might complain that the rain came too abruptly—
And indeed, it had.
Merely touching that rain would worsen one's mood… or rather, would synchronize one's mood with that of the spellcaster.
—For this was the signature spell of "Dream Stealer" Denton from the Soul Snatching School, "Thoughts as Rain".
"The Pure Medium…"
The old man, his hair grey and wispy, murmured softly as he looked out at the heavy rain.
