Chapter 1621: Orphanage in the Rain (Monthly Vote Request at the Start of the Month)
He Ao stopped in front of the numbered sign and looked toward its location.
A narrow, deep alley had appeared in the wall shared by the shops on either side, its destination unknown.
The trigger had succeeded.
It seemed the Entry Rule did not require a "torrential" rainstorm. Any rain would do; a downpour merely greatly increased the chance of triggering it. Vestarra's Spear had made up for that.
He Ao shifted his gaze toward the other side of the alley entrance.
A simple drawing was pasted there.
It depicted "a child opening a door and seeing his parents standing outside."
The drawing was not very good. Its figures were crude, and the artist clearly had no talent for drawing.
Gray and black were also its dominant colors, making it feel somewhat oppressive.
He Ao lowered his head and looked at the lower-right corner of the drawing. Its edge had been scorched, and faint sparks seemed to be spreading across it.
The rain in the sky was growing heavier.
He Ao withdrew his gaze, held up his umbrella, and walked into the long, narrow alley.
The rain curtain ahead gradually merged into mist, completely swallowing even the outline of his figure.
Dense raindrops pelted the umbrella, streaming down its edges and forming a hazy curtain of water.
The rain curtain and thick fog ahead gradually thinned. He Ao's leather boots stepped over the uneven old ground, faint splashes rising around them, as a pair of old double doors towering in the mist slowly emerged through the rain.
The doors stood slightly ajar, revealing dim, silent darkness beyond them, where the outline of a small building could vaguely be seen.
An old iron chain hung over