The rain grew heavier and heavier.
At the forward camp in the Norfall Barrens, Jiyan held out his hand, letting the raindrops fall into his palm.
The closer they came to the time foretold by the Sentinel Jué, the more unsettled he felt.
The Threnodian's revival would determine whether all of Jinzhou lived or died.
And now, of all times, the Sentinel had vanished, and the Magistrate was away from Jinzhou City...
The only person present who could make the final decision was him-the Midnight Ranger General.
In terms of status, he stood among those in command.
In such a position, he ought to have been calm and steady.
He ought to have been... that way.
And yet.
Jiyan raised his head, his gaze settling on the dark clouds.
He would never forget that rainy night.
The rainy night known as the Huanglong-Crownless War.
Back then, as a military doctor, he had witnessed death after death until he grew numb.
The enemy they faced was Dreamless, the Threnodian that embodied war.
How tragic.
Dreamless drove men to their deaths; the Huanglong-Crownless War left hearts broken and tears flowing.
Far too many people had never escaped that rainy night.
The souls of the dead were trapped in the rain, while the survivors could never shake its memory for the rest of their lives.
But all of it would end today.
The rain grew heavier, and mist gradually rose around them.
The foretold moment was almost upon them.
A soldier of the Midnight Rangers approached to report.
"General, we currently have five hundred combat-ready personnel remaining. All have taken the Retroflow Rain Suppressant, and the troops report a significant reduction in hallucinations..."
"However, some veterans still claim they can see ghosts in the retroflow rain."
"That's to be expected. For those who