Posting tonight's updates was such a struggle. The author dashboard kept throwing errors, suddenly telling me the page couldn't be accessed. It took a huge amount of effort to post the first chapter, and this one was no different. Qidian was acting up again. Every other page worked fine, but the moment I clicked upload in the dashboard, an inaccessible-page message popped up and everything crashed. I had to log back in and start over, step by step. I just had to come out and complain. This had practically become an obsession born of resentment.
The next day, Rex rose early. With his current strength, he recovered quickly through rest. An ordinary person needed around eight hours of sleep to recover fully, but as one grew stronger, the time needed to restore their energy gradually decreased.
For Rex, about three hours was enough to return to peak condition. That, however, assumed he was merely suffering from ordinary fatigue. If he exhausted all the holy light in his body, a mere three hours would hardly restore him to his peak.
Stepping out of his tent, he saw dark clouds filling the sky. Heavy banks of cloud gathered into a black mass, dimming the light and making the air gloomy and oppressive. Weather like this inevitably weighed on people's hearts, leaving a stifling feeling in their chests.
Ink-dark clouds crowded the sky, blotting out the crimson that had filled it moments before. They hung so heavily that they seemed about to fall, their oppressive weight making the whole world feel silent. An indifferent wind cut sharply through the air, leaving startled cries behind it. The delicate flowers and grass had already bowed trembling to the ground. The wind heralded the coming storm.
The clouds overhead perfectly reflected the Greymane Wall's current situation.