Approaching the window, Xin Chen leaned out and was surprised by the dark clouds in the sky.
The weather forecast hadn't mentioned rain, and there was something odd about the thickness of the clouds. Streaks of lightning coursed through the billowing layers, their flaring tendrils spreading across, turning the abruptly darkened world a blood-red hue. Each flash of lightning was soon followed by the roar of thunder.
"Jing Yuan, your hair is standing on end."
Liuchun's remark drew Gu Tao's attention. He turned around and, sure enough, saw Jing Yuan's hair standing up. Without a second thought, he donned his armor and leaped out the window shouting, "Get down!"
