497 Parting [1]

Raindrops fell quietly and met the earth below, but their combined might turned their whispers into the roars of beasts, covering the entirety of the Central Continent in the sound of their pitter-pattering.

On a nondescript mountain peak somewhere along the way, Damien sat on the roof of an old cabin, staring into the clouds with a lost expression.

It had been a week. A week since the day Elena poured out her grievances in full, and a week since the day she left his side.

It was a quiet week. A lonely one spent atop this unknown mountain peak.

The rain painted Damien in its color, but he didn't move. He closed his eyes and relished in the gloomy atmosphere that was created around him.

It felt like the rain appeared whenever he needed it, whenever he needed the time alone to quietly submerge himself in peace and sadness.