Serefina sheltered herself under a tree and she even had to use her power, just so that she wouldn't get wet. The witch was just being stubborn by not teleporting herself straight to the south region. She was simply wasting her time.
The sky above her, beyond the thick smoke, which Serefina had noticed all the way since she arrived at the castle, was pitch black.
The sky spat out beads of water and puddles began to form under Serefina's feet as the rain poured down heavier.
The murmuring of the rain through the leaves was akin to angry bees in Serefina's ears, but she refused to help herself from this chaotic weather
Even though she saved herself from the vengeful heavy rain, the witch couldn't stop the coldness that the wind brought every time it brushed past her body.
Occasionally, an unearthly caterwauling sound filled the air.
