The rain, soon after the first drop fell, began to drizzle down.
However, it never turned into a torrential downpour.
The crowd reveling in the streets didn't shy away from the sudden rain, rather, they saw it as a kind of divine gift.
It was Isis who heard their praise and thus sent down the rain.
After all, the origin of Winster University was a maritime college, and Winster itself is essentially a fishing port with numerous connections to the Sea God Isis.
Meanwhile, as the celebration continued, in corners unnoticed by everyone, in the alleyways.
At the entrance covers leading to the deep underground sewers that connect all of Winster's underground depths, someone was climbing out.
First, there was a hand.
A hand that seemed chillingly cold and damp to the extreme, with a deep dark hue, constantly dripping with sticky liquid.
Simultaneously, Anya felt the raindrops.
She was on the rooftop of a building, packing up her firearm.
