A torrential rain came pouring down in the world behind the wooden door.
The weather was just an extension of the mood of the three-eyed young man. What had been a joyous mood a few moments before had turned into a downpour of sadness.
This means that my master is very sad, the eyeball-looking steward thought to itself.
Its tentacles held the umbrella up as it stood beside the three-eyed young man.
The three-eyed young man, who was drenched by the rain, turned his head to look at his butler. The butler held up an umbrella but only cared about itself and did not cover him at all.
The three-eyed young man's heart felt extremely stifled, and this led to the rainstorm becoming heavier and heavier.
Because the torrential rain got heavier, the three-eyed young man's heart felt even more stifled, and that led to the rain getting even stronger.
It was an infinite loop that could not be stopped!
