Between the clouds, an ominous anomaly rolled, as if an unidentified monster were gathering strength in the depths of the clouds, waiting for the moment to erupt.
The gale howled, with icy rain streaks baptizing the towering giant tower, mournful cries ceaselessly echoing, and flocks of black crows flew away from the high tower, as if sensing something, departing with instinctual fear.
The pedestrians on the street raised their heads, recalled ancient legends, and witnessed the escape of the crows.
Their gaze moved up along the iron-gray tower's body, its top submerged in the cloud mist; no one knows what is happening there, but everyone distinctly feels an ancient evil anomaly spreading with chilling coldness.
Without any warning, everything just suddenly erupted.
Percival tried hard not to think too much, completely forgetting Gareth, focusing all his attention on the current situation.
