Coming Storm

While Rain was in the middle of her Awakening, Tamar was struggling not to drown. Streams of water were pouring from the sky, mixing with mud… laying powerlessly on the stretcher, she felt weak and spent. 

The situation seemed to be hopeless. 

Not only would she die, but Rani, who had refused to abandon her and strived so stubbornly to save them, would be killed, too. 

Looking at the furious black sky, Tamar wanted to give up. 

But she couldn't.

"Ah…"

A long sigh escaped from her lips. 

Then, a whirlwind of sparks surrounded her, forming into a beautiful spear. 

Tamar gritted her teeth, then rose to her feet, using the spear as a crutch. 

Immediately, severe pain pierced her fragile legs. 

It had been six or seven days since they were broken. The bones had healed, somewhat, but even for an Awakened, that was not nearly enough time to recover. She was probably undoing all that healing… but, still.