The gray-black clouds converged like an inverted funnel on the horizon. After a brief respite, thunder rumbled and then came the downpour, washing over the city filled with the scent of rust.
The weather in Old Dunling was always so gloomy and unpredictable; few could foresee its course. Perhaps a massive discharge from the Furnace Pillar would lead to a tempest.
Rain streaming off the cold armor, crashing to the ground, with flashes of lightning depicting one gray-black silhouette after another.
Heavily armed Peacekeepers guarded critical junctions, sealing off the Lower City District. Black umbrellas crowded the streets as the Purification Mechanism took over, clearing and hunting down the remaining Demons.
The sun was gone, the sky gloomy, as the Iron Whale roamed above the Lower City District. Beams of light shone down, illuminating the desolate and decayed land, guiding their path.
