Rain began to fall from the dark clouds above Duolons's head.
The rain pattered onto his enormous body, then flowed down along it.
From a distance, a terrifying being had appeared on the edge of the town. If it were painted as a picture, it could be called "Despair," but if the rain were shown in motion, it would be "Mercy."
The rain also fell on Taufman and Qimar, who sat slumped on the turtle shell;
Taufman changed his posture. He had been supporting himself with one hand against the "ground," his face numb as he waited for the final suffering to descend. Now, he knelt on both knees.
His single fist clenched tightly, and tears once again streamed uncontrollably from his eyes.
This Dark Moon general, who a few nights ago could kill without blinking and cut off his nephew's head to kick it like a ball, had cried twice today.
The first time was when he stroked the top of Duolons's head with the power of light. Duolons had given him the warmest, most joyful response, the sort of warmth shown to family;
Yet he had to soothe him while continuing to lay a formation on his head, intending to blow him up before he entered the town.
Light was a converter between powers of different attributes, and at the same time, a bridge between emotions.
Even the coldest, cruelest people merely had harder "turtle shells." As human beings, they always had a small, soft spot deep in their hearts. Besides, he himself belonged to the light.
This time, he cried because he sensed sorrow through the rain.
Just as Taufman thought the town was about to be destroyed, that countless ordinary people would be trampled in this catastrophe... and that, once the pollution spilled out, the once-beautiful