Chapter 69: Mad Storm of Regulus

On his way to Regulus, Lars noticed a brewing storm threatened his arrival. The skies were dark and the wind was ruthless. Lars felt drizzle coming and cursed under his breath for not seeing anywhere to stop. He just had his laundry done the previous day and he didn't want them to get soaked in this trip.

'Lars... can you hear me...?'

A voice called out and Lars whipped his head around searching its source. The drizzle quickly transformed into torrential rain and Lars reasoned he was hearing things like the way one would hear imaginary voices in the rain.

'Lars... don't... there...!'

The voice got louder, and it came from Lars' back. Without any options, he stopped and begrudgingly rummaged his backpack. It was the magical communication talisman, lighting up in purple glow and the voices were apparently from Rachelia.

'Lars, you absolute dugong. What are you doing in Regulus?'

"R - Rachel? I... wait, are you tracking me?"