It was late into the night.
With Zalam's seals broken, the arrangements left behind by the ancient Magi had been disrupted. The rain had stopped falling.
For the residents of Greyreach, this was nothing short of a nightmare.
Rain had been a part of their lives for as long as anyone could remember. It fell every day, every night, through every season.
Children grew up beneath its endless patter. People went about their daily lives with umbrellas in hand, barely giving it a second thought.
It was normal. It was the way things had always been.
And now, without warning, it had stopped.
The sudden silence was shocking and unsettling. People stepped out of their homes and looked up at the sky. Some wondered whether the rain had truly stopped or if they were hallucinating.
Then came the earthquake.
