Suddenly the rain began to fall, even though it was just a moment ago when the moon shone brightly—perhaps, even after experiencing a terrifying event as if it were the end of days.
People walked the streets, reaching out to touch the softly falling drizzle, feeling it as it wet them, and seemingly beginning to forget some things.
All around the streets of the Fog Capital... within the city, this scene could be seen everywhere.
People stared blankly at the sky, drenched in rain, then gradually became lost... the elderly, men and women, children, and even pets.
Something seemed to be shuttling through this rain... quickly moving—figures clad in black robes.
They roamed every corner of the city, wielding magic wands that could amplify magic techniques, beginning to cast them on the damaged buildings and streets.
One could see such a miracle:
