Chapter 39: Raindrops and Chains of Fate

Chapter 39: Raindrops and Chains of Fate

Rain fell in gentle sheets across the ruined landscape, pattering softly against scorched stone and shattered earth. Ash mingled with water, forming small rivulets that wove through cracks like veins in a dying beast. A thin mist hovered over the terrain—ghostly remnants of a battlefield that had, just yesterday, shaken the skies with lightning and fury.

Amid the ruin, a lone figure lay silent.

Lei Feng.

His body, once cloaked in a proud black jacket, now hung in tatters—shredded cloth clinging to sinewed flesh like stubborn shadows. His chest rose and fell in steady, quiet intervals, ribs visible beneath blood-streaked skin. Soot and dried gore covered him, but the rain, relentless yet soft, washed over him with a kind of quiet grace.

Lightning flashed across the horizon. Thunder followed, a low growl from the skies.

And still—he did not stir.