❆ █  ▌▌𝕄𝕪 𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 (𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅) ࿐ᐤ  
         【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢  ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ BENEATH THE DISMAL DUSK that imposed itself much too early, a storm clawed its way through the stretches of vacant sky. The world swayed as the rain cascaded ━ a misting sprinkle that dotted the contours of Gray’s cheeks, pitter-pattered against the COLD, parched ground.  ❝ Goddamit, we can’t commence the search under this weather condition… ❞  The Ice-Mage griped, resolute. He located his thumb && forefinger against the bulb of his nose to chide away the frigidness, keen oculars scouring simultaneously for a suitable shelter to flee the drenched present.

  ❝ Oi, Freed– that lodge looks sturdy enough. Let’s take a respite there. ❞

        Another city infested by unrestrained peril. Battered, grim, and hopeless. Another pungency of foul  d e s t r u c t i o n  that seared through the SMOTHERING ambiance. Wretched, thrashed, and pummeled.

       ❝ ━━ Seems like there’s no survivor. ❞

        Came a penitent voice at length, though its sonorous cadence was no more than a RIPPLE through the white noise ━ at once forfeited to the relentless patter of the rain. Gray approached over to Freed in an endeavor to drop his overcoat upon his comrade’ narrow shoulder, proffering him with a surplus layer of warmth ( with himself being a personification of I C E, such temperature doesn’t rattle him ). The storm had fully courted the PREMATURE evening by now, and together the rain’s imploring digits walloped against the windowpane of their residing sanctuary. The only feasible probability for them was to wait out the turbulent climate before they can recede back to Magnolia && call it a day to this somber of a mission.

        Gray inhabited a vacant spot adjacent to his perching comrade && wallowed in the semblance of quietude that inevitably engaged their solemn presences. The two had surveyed a particular town today only to discover, with a surge of acrimony, that this is but another village embellished by the TORMENT of Dark Guild ━ an atmosphere that was all too familiar. Already the sentient of that alone brought forth the Ice-Mage’s  d i s t a s t e  ━    

        …. Though, he could only surmise of how CRIPPLING Freed had to felt.

        Occasional quavers of thunder PUNCTUATED the sobering silence, a few of the rumbles possessing enough magnitude to rattle the weary window. Gray ensconced his steady hand upon Freed’s shoulder, as it is the least he can offer━ the least he can conjure as a silent support.

   ❝ … ❞

               _{If only the rain could also wash the sorrow away.}

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