chapter 40- the fight

The day of the fight dawned with a palpable sense of gloom, as if the weather itself conspired to mirror the somber anticipation that hung in the air. Dark clouds stretched across the sky like a heavy, gray blanket, casting a muted pallor over the surroundings. The usual brightness that accompanied daylight seemed to have retreated, leaving a subdued atmosphere in its wake. A persistent drizzle added to the despondency, each raindrop echoing the collective mood of the day. The air, usually vibrant with the promise of a new day, felt heavy and burdened, as if nature itself acknowledged the weight of the impending event. The fighters, stepping into the ring against this backdrop, couldn't escape the pervasive sense of foreboding, their every move accompanied by the subtle, haunting rhythm of raindrops against the canvas. It was a day where even the elements seemed to conspire to cast a shadow, underscoring the gravity of the impending confrontation.