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

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ IN ALL ITS YEARS, Magolia had never experienced such abundant rainfall. Thick, grey blankets of cloud had streamed over the entirety of the metropolis with minimal warning. The water soon overflowed in the canals and now sweeps grime and litter across the drenched city ( its usual BEAUTY && CLEANLINESS are marred by the filth ). Every drop brings sadness and bitter melancholy– as if it wants to poison every person, every form of life with unbridled g l o o m. 

    Consternation continued to seep into the atmosphere. Though he could clearly observe numerous citizens FRANTICALLY scurrying about to avoid the approaching precipitation, Gray hadn’t intentions of following along && continued to trudge through the torrential rain; his boots CARVING their mark in the earth beneath his tread. Slash patterns of lighting soon gashed across the banked sky, and its aggressive tumult that followed was almost diluting to the psyche of the ice user.

    And just as he was about to barricade his ears from the reverberating THUNDER, Gray instantly become conscious of the figure ahead of him. 

    ❝ Sting? ❞ He exclaimed with incredulity, emitting in a vocalization washing his grumble of a voice into a static, toneless BOOM. Regardless of the callous claws of self-condemnation relentlessly lacerating him (courtesy of their previous encounter), Gray decided to approach.