"...It's raining?"
Sherlock suddenly looked up at the sky.
A bolt of lightning flashed in the distance. Not long after, rolling thunder came roaring in alongside a bone-chilling gust of wind. The wind blew both his and Hai Na's hair about, making Hai Na instinctively raise a hand to shield her eyes from the dust along the roadside.
At some point, dark clouds had begun gathering at the village entrance, and the wind was growing stronger by the moment. Sherlock's hair was visibly whipping about, forcing him to squint as well.
After the cold wind swept past, rain began falling together with the increasingly frigid gale.
The two of them could only find somewhere nearby to take shelter.
"Rain this heavy?"
Sherlock glanced back at Hai Na. "Is this normal?"
"Hmm..."
Hai Na hesitated.
The main problem was that she herself had not returned in a long time, and her childhood had been far too long ago. By now, she could barely remember it.
But as far as she recalled, the rain had never been this heavy or this sudden...? Sherlock understood at once. "You don't have to say anything. I get it."
This was clearly not a normal phenomenon.
"Did something happen to Iver?"
Hai Na asked worriedly, "Should we go over and take a look?"
Sherlock wanted to go as well, but his reason still stopped him. "I'm just worried about a situation like this—we think we're going over to help, but end up holding him back instead. Iver might have been able to handle things normally, but then we get kidnapped and used as hostages, forcing him to split his attention."
"That could indeed happen..."
Hai Na sighed as well.
She was just about to say something when she suddenly felt the earth shake and the mountains