Rain poured down as serpents of lightning coursed through the clouds, accompanied now and then by deafening thunder.
Huge raindrops battered the grass, weighing down the weeds, which stood over two meters tall, until they could no longer lift their heads.
Yet amid this vast grassland stood a cluster of buildings that even the grass could not conceal. None were particularly tall; the tallest was a self-built six-story house. It looked like an urban village.
These buildings seemed abnormal and out of place on this unusual, wholly natural grassland.
The torrential rain had driven everyone in the urban village indoors. Listening to the rain patter against their windows and watching the extremely gloomy weather outside, which made it seem as though night had fallen, the people inside felt somewhat oppressed.
"This damned weather in the Abyss really gets on my nerves."
The village chief, Liu Xudong, lit a cigarette, looking rather troubled.
It had been two and a half years since they fell into the Abyss, yet he still could not discern the slightest pattern in this damned weather.
The sun had been shining brightly at first, but then they had watched heavy black clouds sweep in from the horizon, rapidly covering the entire area like an ocean wave. The sky went dark, followed immediately by this relentless downpour.
"Liu, something feels off this time. I've never seen clouds rolling in like that. And those explosions earlier-could something have happened?"
There was another man in his fifties in the room, and he looked equally grave.
"There's a first time for everything with this damned weather. Besides... even if something is wrong, what can we do...?"
Liu Xudong sighed.
These past years had truly been hard. The first world they landed in had been an ancient land torn by war, where