"Tila mentioned feral beasts moving through the West. More activity than usual. The road we were going to take passes close to that area." He looked at Wang. "If we go around. It adds half a day, but it's safer that way."
Wang nodded.
Lin Wan looked between them, then at the rain.
"How long until the rain stops?" she asked.
"An hour," Qin Mo said. "Maybe two."
Lin Wan pulled her knees to her chest and looked at the entrance.
Two days to Beast City.
She just hopes nothing more unexpected happens.
. . .
It had been raining for more than five hours now, and there was no sign of it relenting. If anything, the heavens had opened up with a renewed, violent fury.
What had begun as a rhythmic drizzle had transformed into a vertical ocean, a grey and relentless wall of water that blurred the world into a smudge of charcoal and slate. Outside the cave, the earth was no longer solid; it had become a shivering, running sheet of liquid mud that swallowed the light.
