Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 872: Rainfall

Out of all the continents, the Demonic Faction's territory was one that was prone to many different types of extreme weather. At times, they would suffer from blaring heat, freezing winters; on other occasions, there would be a month filled with thunderstorms without a single break in the day.

Some thought that this might have been how the clans in the Demonic Faction even got their name. Because anyone who had lived there long enough had to be demonic.

Sure, now that the structure of their buildings was better, and the fact that they had ways to still grow and transport crops and food, things were fine.

But that was only due to the people who had originally stayed on the land that was considered uninhabitable in the first place.

Regardless of all this, the Demonic Faction was having a nice spell of weather. It allowed the citizens to enjoy their time and venture through the different towns and cities more-that was until this day.

In the city of Repton, the largest city in the Demonic Faction, the people were out on the busy streets as always, going about their day, buying what they needed.

Things were relaxed in the Demonic Faction, that was until one felt a drop of rain on their nose.

When staring at the sky, several droplets could be seen, and the rain at that moment started to pour down.

"It's raining! Quickly, get the tents up!"

The merchants were quite quick to act, as they protected their goods, and even the shops would pull over large pieces of cloth that would cover most of the sides of the streets, allowing people to still enjoy their time outside.

Some people, especially the warriors, didn't care for the rain, just letting it drop on their bodies. Due to their enhanced selves, the rain didn't affect their immune systems.

Hardly any even came down with diseases despite the amount of people they would interact with, and compared to their training, a bit of rain was nothing.

The rain didn't just cover the city of Repton; it was currently over nearly the entire territory of the Demonic Faction, which included the town of Flendon.

In the city of Repton, a few warriors were walking through one of the streets, allowing the rain to fall on their heads. Their clothes were getting soaked.

"Is it going to be like last time? Is it going to rain for two weeks straight?"

"Please, I hope not, otherwise my depression is going to kick in. I need some vitamin D from the sun."

"What are you talking about? You stay inside either way. Even if it was sunny, you'd still be inside."

"Hey, you don't understand. Even if I am inside, if it's raining outside, it affects my mood, but if it's sunny, it just cheers me up, you know?"

"You're crazy."

"Hey, guys," one of the young warriors said, holding his hand out. "I think the rain just stopped."

"What? That's impossible. The rain never stops that quickly; it only started five minutes ago." When the group looked around them, that's when they noticed something even stranger. They could see the rain falling, the drops causing ripples in the small pools of water.

It was only where they were standing that the rain had stopped. In this amazement, they hadn't even noticed the person approaching them with almost glowing white hair.

"I need to know the quickest way to the town of Flendon," the man asked.

"Flendon? I don't think it's a good idea. I heard there are rumors any day now that the Behemoth clan is going to attack."

"I think they might be in the middle of it already," another replied. "I haven't seen the usual Behemoth Clan members around here."

"Anyway, it's not a good idea to head there, man."

"Please, I don't have time," the white-haired man said, staring right into the eyes of one of the men in the center. For some reason, the man felt like everything was sinking; he was being suffocated, and it was getting harder to breathe.

"The quickest way is to head out of the west gate, and there should be a path that would lead you there, but you can just ignore the general path...and try to go as straight as you can to get there," the warrior answered.

His friends started to wonder why he had told him. No one would go there after learning that the Behemoth Clan was attacking such a place.

But they hadn't felt the same suffocating feeling he had, and when they turned to look back at the man, they could see he was no longer there.

"Where the heck did he go?"

They all looked around at the market stalls nearby, in the shops, but the man was nowhere to be seen. He had just disappeared in front of them.

That was when the one who answered the white-haired man's questions held out his hand again, and he could see the rain drops falling once more.

"Hey, did you notice? The rain has started again."

The others noticed it too, as it hit their clothes, but a passerby who was walking by overheard the group speaking.

"What are you on about? The rain never stopped."

The strange experience the group had, they didn't understand, but one had a thought: just maybe the rain had stopped due to the individual with the bright white hair.

Raze had already exited the city of Repton from the west gate. He continued to move through the rain, but not a single drop was landing on him.

As he moved at quick speeds using his Qi, he grabbed onto his chest, continuing to move forward.

'What is this pain in my chest? Is it all of the Dark essence that was absorbed? Is it possible that my mana heart is going on to the next star?'

The magic was swirling out of Raze, the mana in the air swirling so violently that he was unable to control it. His Dark Magic was practically destroying the rain in the area, not allowing a single drop to get on him.

"But not now, this is not a good time. No matter what, I need to get to the fight as fast as possible!"