Late Spring, Early Summer.
The annual rainy season of the New Continent has begun to show its power. Even as a prelude, it's nothing to be underestimated. Over the Black Sea, the wind howls and waves churn, mixed with rolling thunder, while the storm cascades down from the sky.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Three thousand meters above the sea, the overcast, heavy rain clouds have become another continent in the sky. The top of the tower-like cloud layer almost reaches six thousand meters, carrying strong winds, thunderstorms, and lightning, unleashing its divine power without restraint.
In such weather today, it's not only humans' sailing ships that would avoid setting out. Even the swifts, reputed to battle storms, would never utter, "Let the storm rage on even more fiercely."
They would just shout, "Sorry for disturbing, I'm leaving!" or "I'm not going, get lost!"
However.
Ao——!
Roar——!
