Stepping Foot On Pershia

Despite it being six in the morning, the sun was nowhere in sight. Rather than easing, the weather only grew harsher with each passing second.

The winds were howling loudly, rattling the almost dry branches of the trees. The sky was a murky shade of gray, and the swirling dark clouds all but promised an impending downpour.

Xion pulled his cloak tighter around himself. The temperature was supposed to rise the closer they went to Myrthiana. However, the sudden chills did not sit well with him.

It was not just him. The entire retinue was in a frenzy. The heavy rain meant they would not be able to leave Ferni as the town was surrounded by steep, treacherous hills.

If the clouds did not dissipate by afternoon, they might have to stay there for another day, or perhaps even longer.