Lightning danced within the heavy clouds.
Muffled thunder rolled across the sky.
The rain poured down in sheets.
Even after tens of thousands of years of terraforming by the Wizard Civilization, Kemola's climate remained exceptionally harsh.
The lush forest teemed with venomous insects, and the humus-filled ground was like a mire. If not for the colossal structure that had sunk over millennia, leaving only a single corner exposed, Reinhardt and his group would have had nowhere to even stand.
At the request of the Tier Two Mage, Florant, Eliza feigned a peculiar coyness. She lowered her head, not daring to meet Reinhardt's eyes, and naturally took his arm. Like an old lover reuniting after many years, she pulled him away into the distance.
Florant, meanwhile, smiled and walked over to Raphael, striking up a casual conversation.
