"Damn, what's that?"
In the village of the Elven race, a male elf shouted in fear as the sky suddenly darkened.
Other elves also sensed something was wrong. Goosebumps rose on their skin, their bodies reacting to an unseen threat.
"Is it going to rain?" one asked, skeptical.
"No, it's not," replied the elf beside him. "Rain doesn't look like this. Besides, we're protected by a barrier—any rain that falls is never heavy enough to damage the fields."
He pointed at the sky, where black clouds gathered and swirled slowly. "Look at those clouds. This isn't rain. This... must be a sign of disaster."
The moment he spoke, their faces turned pale, and their legs began to shake.
His words made sense. Their land was protected by a barrier that controlled the weather.
Even when storms hit the Forest of Eternal Silence, they remained safe, touched only by light rain.
In summer, the barrier softened the sun's burn, protecting their skin and keeping water sources from drying up.
