Chapter 900 Quickly


    Turning his gaze skyward, Atticus saw dark clouds gathering rapidly.


    "What now…" he muttered, irritatated.


    Within seconds, heavy drops of water began to fall, mming into the ground with the force of ss shattering on stone.


    His feather-made umbre stood no chance. The rain shredded it apart as if it were made of paper.


    Atticus''s eyes narrowed, and his arms shot upwards, shielding his face from the relentless barrage. From a single nce, it was obvious, this wasn''t ordinary rain. The droplets fell with the speed and impact of bullets.


    ''It stings,'' he thought grimly.


    Though his arms managed to block the rain from striking his face, the rest of his body was left vulnerable. The relentless downpour hammered his skin, each drop feeling like a rubber bullet mming into him.


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