The next day came, and so they went, making use of Borislava’s compass to head north.
Shortly after they were awake and moving, though, rain suddenly burst into the scene around them. As if the skies had turned on a gigantic shower, it fell fast and hard, oblivious to how sunny it was and how little clouds there should be in the sky.
They ran and took shelter under a big tree, and Jack could only watch as the water pounded against the thick leaves of the jungle. The noise of the rain’s battering was very akin to what he had experienced when crossing Tea City.
A noise of battle.
“That is quite the aggressive bit of rain,” Lateef commented, yelling.
“Yes…” Borislava agreed, also yelling. “It is simply how it goes around these parts. It should be stopping soon.”
“Stopping?” Jack questio
