The pouring rain from the sky rushed downwards like a waterfall, separating the people in the banqueting house from the outside world. At the moment, many of the sorcerers felt a little lost, as if they had been abandoned by the real world.
"The rain in the Month of Fire is always unexpected." In the banqueting house, Drummond stared at the pouring rain outside of the window with a glass of wine in his hand.
Staring at the darkness outside and hearing Drummond's words, Isabella smiled. "The power of mother nature is always much more powerful than magic. Only the legendary archmages could have the power to control the weather in such a large-scale."
