The Kingdom of Senluo has entered the rainy season.
Heavy black clouds surged across the sky like tidewaters, with massive forked lightning threading through them, while deafening thunder trampled the earth. Ash sensed something was amiss as they set off. Diya and Vishi each unleashed wonders to disrupt the celestial phenomena, but the storm arrived as scheduled. Highly corrosive, black oily raindrops reshaped the earth like chisels, as gusts of wind swept the rotting mud and stones skyward, blurring the distinction between heaven and earth, turning the entire world into a dirty mire.
Only that ray of silver light piercing the night continued to support this teetering world, like a lighthouse.
