But such horror,

But it was just the final struggle of Lord Hades.

The rain curtain is like heavy satin, tightly wrapping every inch of space.

No light can shine through.

Only thunder and lightning occasionally tore through the oppressive darkness, but they were quickly swallowed up by a more turbulent storm.

It was in this abyss where chaos and despair intertwined that the watchman Phyllis stood on the coastline where the lighthouse light could no longer be seen.

But her eyes reflected a completely different scene from her surroundings.

As the torrential rain pours down like a raging wave,

Wisps of strange and gentle light, like cracks traveling through time and space, bloomed quietly in front of her eyes.

Those are starry skies that should not belong to this world. They are not bound by heavy rains or disturbed by storms, they just flow freely.
Chapter completed!