The thunder Damascus had unleashed soon gave birth to a heavy downpour.
Rain fell relentlessly over the Dark Forest, making the already gloomy place even darker. Thick clouds swallowed the daylight, turning the afternoon into something that resembled the middle of the night. The old wooden hut stood quietly amidst the storm, its worn roof barely enough to shield its occupants from the endless drizzle.
Damascus walked toward the window and leaned against its weathered frame.
Silently, he watched the raindrops fall one after another, each one sending gentle ripples across the surface of the pond just outside the hut. The rhythmic sound of rain striking the leaves, the roof, and the water blended together into a strange kind of melody.
It was still daytime.
Yet with the sun completely hi
