They searched frantically for a place to take cover as the first raindrops began to fall, splattering against the leaves and ground.
Sable had been right—they needed to find shelter fast.
But as the rain began to pick up, it was clear they were running out of time.
This wasn't going to be an ordinary rain.
They could tell by the ominous rumble from the distant sky, like a hundred waves crashing on the shore all at once.
The forest around them grew darker and darker with each passing moment, as if night had decided to fall early, casting eerie shadows that seemed to swallow the light.
"Damn it! Where's the shelter?"
Maximus cursed, looking around desperately.
All he could see were tall trees and thick bushes.
Sable was riding ahead, searching for anything that might look like a cave or a hollow tree trunk.
But there was nothing, just more trees and darkness closing in around them.
