The drizzling rain fell like silk threads, light and fine, casting a hazy veil over the world.
The scattered houses bathed in mist, with the cobblestone streets transforming into streams. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of earth swept through, causing the rain-washed leaves of trees and shrubs to rustle softly.
Players hurriedly walked through the streets of Chosen City, each showcasing their skills in the rain. Some wore raincoats sold by life-type players, some held simple umbrellas, and some simply activated low-level Magic Shields.
Of course, most players didn't prepare any protection, letting the rain drench their clothes and equipment.
After all, it was just spring rain.
*For the players, who were Transcendents, getting their clothes wet was the only inconvenience. The prospect of catching a cold was almost impossible for them.*
*Letting the rain wash over them, feeling cool and refreshing, was quite delightful.*
