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Dark clouds blanketed the sky, obscuring the sun.
The frenzied storm swept across the land, its sharp howling like the wailing of banshees. Houses creaked audibly, and the relentless wind made it impossible to open one's eyes, as bats screamed across the sky.
Bolts of lightning did not just strike; they swept across the ground repeatedly—those streams of electricity resembled tornadoes piercing through heaven and earth, gouging trenches in the ground. Buildings hit by the lightning caught fire... Yet even so, not a single villager fled their home in panic.
Had it not been for the lit lamps within the rooms and the distinct scent of humans, one might have thought the people had already evacuated.
But... what was happening?
Would they rather burn to death in their rooms than come out?
Even so, why was Aiwass so calm? Was there not a trace of shame or regret for having involved this ordinary village on his account?
