Chapter 64: How fragile civilization is when nature stops sleeping
Several days later.
The rain was falling heavily.
Grey clouds covered the sky, and the distant mountains blended into a mass.
Suddenly, the sky lit up with a flash, and lightning streaked across it like a silver snake; then, in an instant, it disappeared.
The heavy spring rains seemed to bring with them a hint of danger.
On Kiran Mountain, the trees resisted the wind and rain.
In the city of the Medici territory, countless houses withstood the onslaught of torrential rain. Outside the city, the caravan had already begun its descent.
"It’s raining hard, pay close attention to the road."
"Don’t fall behind, magicians! Tell us the best way to descend this mountain."
After spending a week in the Medici territory, it was time for this caravan of merchants to leave.
The heavy rain had cleaned the city and the cobbled streets; everything seemed normal. However, less than a kilometer from the city, the highways turned into a narrow, muddy mountain road.