Chapter 136 - The Fragment’s Whisper

The rain did not cease for three long, unbroken days. It fell in sheets that blurred the horizon, a relentless hammering on the fractured stone and battered rooftops of the ruined plateau. Each drop drummed a rhythm of despair and persistence, a constant, dampened percussion that seeped into bones and thoughts alike. The sky hung low, swollen with gray, and the wind carried the bitter tang of wet stone and iron, curling in gusts that tugged at cloaks and hair.