"It's raining again."
The lookout tower at the Demon Gathering Camp, the sentinel tugged at the raincoat wrapped around him and looked up at the sky filled with dark clouds, lightning occasionally piercing through them, thunder roaring like ancient beasts. The world was overshadowed by the rain curtain... the camp seemed like a lonely boat in the sea.
"We clearly had golden clouds yesterday, how can there be such heavy rain?" The person next to him felt strange as well. Golden clouds, which are golden sunsets, usually indicate a sunny day following them. Anyone with some knowledge of weather phenomena would find today's weather rather peculiar.
The old sentinel on the lookout tower took a puff from his pipe, exhaling a gray wreath of smoke, and said leisurely, "The aura is ominous, heaven and earth are in turmoil, surely there is a grand army passing through."
"Ominous aura?"
