These past few days, the celestial phenomena have been abnormal.
Fierce winds rose suddenly, followed by a rapid downpour, as if trying to pierce a hole through the sky.
The moat overflowed severely, swallowing bridges. Even the visitors by the city edges were swept away if not careful.
It had just entered autumn, and the heat of summer still lingered. Yet inexplicably, as soon as the rain ceased, hail the size of a newborn's fist began to fall. Each piece was clear and round, accompanied by drifting snow.
The commoners did not leave their homes, feeling uneasy.
Hail piled up like mountains outside the houses, and the word among the people was that this was the mischief of petty people, that the heavens were reclaiming lives.
At dusk, everything stopped, and the setting sun fell to the west, leaving only clusters of fiery red clouds.
"Is this… is this Xue Tuan?"
At the entrance of Marquis Mansion, a bloodied, dying cat was inexplicably thrown there at some point.
