Rain continued to fall in heavy sheets as Kyle and Melissa made their way back to the village.
The storm had lost its earlier sense of divine pressure, but the soaked ground, the darkened skies, and the endless downpour still cast a gloomy weight over everything.
By the time they stepped past the barrier Sasha maintained, the villagers were already gathering near the center of town, whispering in hushed voices.
Grand Duchess Amanda emerged from under a wooden overhang, her cloak soaked at the edges.
Her expression was unreadable at first, but the moment she saw Kyle, she stepped forward quickly, concern flickering in her eyes.
"Kyle. What happened?""
She called, her voice sharp against the sound of the rain.
Kyle didn't hesitate.
"I took care of the two white women responsible for the divine rain. But this isn't over."
He said, keeping his voice low.
Amanda's brows furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
Kyle glanced at Melissa, then turned back to the Grand Duchess.
