The lead-gray clouds churned above the sky, but no ominous thunder brewed within, only leaving the air below slightly moist.
Whoosh——
It was a barely perceptible subtle sound.
Refracting the water's light, polished by the invisible airflow and fierce winds, a translucent drop was caught by gravity, descending from the gray clouds.
It inherently lacked color; its overly pure interior merely reflected the surroundings.
From the dark gray-black of the sky to the lush green of the treetops, it skimmed over withered branches and cobwebs, flashed past tender leaves and moss, and finally burst into a spray of water, dissipating into the air within the mist.
"Is it raining?"
The half orc Volga touched his slightly damp bald head and instinctively glanced upwards.
However, what greeted his eyes was only a thick, lush canopy of vibrant green, with fragmented glimpses of the dark cloud tops leaking through the gaps in the branches and leaves.
"Hey, dummy!"
