Ordeal, Enemy Attack

After dawn, the second day was still overcast, and the air was oppressively stifling.

The people from the Divine Script Society and Qingfeng Merchant Guild did not go out of the manor. Every one of them looked somewhat gloomy.

A slightly unusual rain during the night had put everyone on edge.

The sky remained deeply overcast throughout the morning, and around noon, another brief shower actually fell.

However, the official weather forecast indicated that the day's moisture saturation supported small-scale rainfall, making it relatively normal.

But who could say for sure about something like this?

Given the Empire's technological level, dispersing rain clouds was not difficult. If these high-level Awakened Ones joined forces, it would be even easier.

However, Hawkstan rejected the suggestion. "We've prepared so painstakingly—aren't we waiting for them to take the bait?"

It was not just that he wanted to prove a point. The soldiers aboard those standard-issue warships had been maintaining top-level combat readiness every day and were already growing resentful.

In the end, the Divine Script Society had called in this help through personal connections, and the soldiers could not endure this day-after-day ordeal either.

By the afternoon, the sky was still overcast. When evening came, someone finally could not stand it anymore and asked in a low voice.

"We've held on for an entire day. Even if they're exceptionally skilled at fine control, can a Supreme really have that much Inner Breath?"

The Divine Script Society's Water Attribute Supreme had the right to speak on the matter. "It would have to be a Peak Supreme. And that shower at noon made no sense."

If a Supreme truly had summoned the rain, then making it rain at noon would have been completely pointless.

Cessna did not expose the flaw either. He merely said flatly, "Maybe