The sound of the Black Rain became more and more intense, carrying with it an apocalyptic and world-ending terror.
It contracted with tremendous speed, swelling ferociously!
All the fierce beasts were fleeing in terror, various strange creatures were howling, seemingly wary but also greedy for the power contained within the Black Rain.
Everyone was running quickly!
The man with glasses sat calmly on the shoulder of a massive puppet, looking back.
"What a buzzkill..."
"Really a buzzkill."
He was having a great time watching once-celebrated geniuses run away like unwanted stray dogs, easily manipulated by him.
But then...
He looked at the furious Black Rain.
"It got interrupted by this bizarre thing."
Beneath his glasses, his eyes were cold, with a hint of wariness.
Though he spoke thus, he was well aware of the danger of the Black Rain, feeling as though getting caught in it meant certain death without a burial site.
In such a situation,
