As the "vehicle," shaped like a fallen tree trunk, sank beneath the Grey Matter Miasma, the most conspicuous human presence nearby vanished. The standoff between the Giant God General and the Mountains Demon King seemed to tip suddenly out of balance.
The sky darkened like spilled ink, Cloud Qi surging across it. Then a gap opened in the clouds, and rain came crashing down as though the giant had thrown a heavy punch at the demon king. The mountains roared in reply.
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Rain and miasma churned together until the world became a blur. Only one thing was faintly visible: sheets of rain drove the Grey Matter Miasma down, layer by layer, as the familiar forces of this world forcibly erased the traces seeping through from another.
The rain had not arrived suddenly, but it left with astonishing speed.
By afternoon, the weather had cleared. The mountains looked freshly washed beneath a brilliant blue sky. Muddy water had drained from the U-shaped range, leaving clear streams that scattered droplets over pines and stone.
Three Peaks was clean now, but bare.
Many roots had peeled away, exposing rock that gleamed in the sunlight.
The Wind Leaf Wheel had survived again. It sat crookedly at the edge of the cliff, still turning in silence. No one knew what would happen to it next time.
The swarms of mosquitoes had vanished too. No large gatherings remained in the image. Perhaps the storm had beaten them all down, or perhaps they had sunk with the Grey Matter Miasma into depths beyond the camera's reach.
A rainbow seemed to hang at the edge of the circular view. Whether it meant anything was unclear. Then the image went dark, and the livestream ended.
Eizuka stared at the black screen, then selected an