Warriors will die if they charge.

The sound of raindrops pattering on the soil was so intense, and the water flowing into the cave was so rapid that it seemed capable of sweeping a person away. Marcus had never seen such a violent downpour in his life.

The rain fell from the sky, gushed from the earth, and it seemed as if the rocks overhead were also seeping rainwater.

This is not a naturally occurring climate phenomenon; it is more like a deliberate disaster.

He shook his head, thinking it was impossible to leave the mine before the rain stopped.

"What is this?"

Travis remained in awe, standing beneath the rock wall at the cave entrance; she had never seen anything so magnificent…

climate?

The Underdark has no concept of climate change; there is only unchanging darkness and dim light, and the warm, humid environment nurtures the growth of the drow elves.

Father always talked about the four seasons, about rain and snow, and about thunder and storms. Zhuoer, who had never experienced them firsthand, only regarded them as stories.

The raindrops, as dense as a bullet screen, formed a waterfall cascading down from the sky; such a massive amount of water was enough to flood the entire city…

"rain."

"Rain, rain..."

"Yes, it's a natural phenomenon. Most of the time, rain is a good thing. Rain nourishes all things and allows the natural cycle to be complete. But in a few extreme cases, rain can become a disaster."

Marcus leaned against the rock wall, watching Trissy look up at the rain curtain in the forest.

Those eyes seemed even more alluring in the twilight of the rainy night; her delicate, rounded oval face possessed a captivating charm, coupled with her aloof demeanor, leaving him only to sigh inwardly.

Pointed ears are indeed beautiful.

As Triss gazed at the rain outside the cave, at the dark clouds and lightning never before seen in the Underdark, at the raindrops falling from the stars, she seemed to see those who died in the flames, and at an ocean of betrayal and vendetta.

It rained all night, and Tracy stood there all night, like a statue, silently watching the raindrops fall from the stars.

A ray of dawn broke on the horizon. Trissy looked up. The sky, clear after the rain, had shed its nighttime gloom, and dark red clouds, heralding the imminent sunrise, rolled by.

The glow reflected in the clouds was more dazzling than any color the elves had ever seen.

She reached out to the sky, lost in thought, wanting to touch the rapidly passing sunrise, but instead grasped the first ray of sunlight rising from the horizon.

The sunlight was blinding, and the dazzling colors seemed to capture her soul; it was a landscape that no thermal imaging could match in the dark regions.

My eyes were scorched by the sun, and painful tears streamed down my face. My pale gray skin, which had never been exposed to sunlight, felt a stinging sensation.

Marcus suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his eyes. He blinked, as if his eyes were on fire.

What happened?

He looked at the female Zhuoer standing in the sunrise, staring directly at the sun, and two clear tears slid down her cheeks. It wasn't the emotion of seeing the sunrise, but the fact that her eyes couldn't adapt to the bright light!

Damn it, what did that guy Emery do to me? Why does the sunlight hurting Trish's eyes affect me?

And I feel a strange sadness welling up inside me, but what's the reason?

That shitty devil never tells the whole story!

Marcus took off his shirt and covered Trissy's head as she stared blankly at the sun:

"You need to learn how to adapt to living in the sun first. Cover your eyes; the bright light will blind you."

Covered in a coarse cloth shirt, Trish turned her head to the side, the shadow obscuring her face. In the darkness, her bewitching blood-red eyes slowly transformed into azure crystals in the light.

She looked at the shirtless man and nodded gently.

"Understood. I need some time to adjust to the new environment. In the meantime, my blade can help you out. I'm skilled in assassination and stealth, and can accurately shoot a rat in the eye from a hundred meters away..."

Zhuo'er's words became increasingly outrageous, and her tone changed from gentle to cold, which puzzled Marcus greatly.

"Miss Trissy, first of all, let me emphasize that Rye Wine is an adventurer's team. Our main revenue comes from exploration and monster hunting, and we do not engage in assassination or similar business."

Trish paused slightly, then looked up: "Surface teams don't engage in assassinations?"

"Didn't your father say that he was an adventurer?"

"I've forgotten most of what he said; it's been a very, very long time." Trissy tugged at the hem of her short-sleeved shirt, covering her head with a headscarf resembling that of a human village girl, and turned to look at the ever-silent Bardin:

"Your dwarf friend has been aiming a crossbow at my head from behind. Perhaps I've misunderstood; drows are monsters too."

"Bardeen".

Marcus's whispered reminder made Bardin purse his lips and mutter indistinctly, "Trusting Zhuoer will come at a price."

Bardin squeezed through the gap between the two men, his crossbow mounted on his round shield, and plunged headlong into the muddy wetlands after the rain:

"Alright, tough guy, what are you going to do with her? I mean, no tavern wants to take in a drow elf, and she certainly doesn't want to sleep in a stinky stable. Ramdin's axe, what was I even doing coming out of the mountains, just to go burrowing with a half-drow?"

"This is indeed a troublesome matter." Marcus raised his hand, letting Drow go first, and after receiving a shake of the head in return, he followed Bardin's steps:

"My house is cramped and shabby, only slightly better than a stable. This adventure not only failed to bring me any money, but also cost me a lot of gold coins. I need to think of a solution. Let's see if there are any suitable houses near the muddy road."

"You're going to spend money on her? I have to say, if she puts a dagger to your throat one night, old Greenock won't be able to help you."

"A house won't cost much, dwarf brother."

Trish pulled her short shirt tighter over her head, and the toes of her exquisite deerskin boots slowly emerged from the shadows of the cave, stepping onto the damp mud.

The dull slapping sound amused her, so she put her left foot on it as well.

For the first time ever, she tucked her hands into the sleeves of her long dress, even though it would prevent her from immediately picking up a weapon.

He squinted, letting the faint light enter his eyes, and sniffed the air from time to time.

So smelly.

Hummingbirds with beautiful green feathers chirped as they flew overhead. Tall ebony and palm trees shrouded Zhuo'er's body in the shadows of their dense canopies. She was mesmerized by the colorful world and the sound of the wind, momentarily forgetting the confusion and fear she felt when she first stepped into the blue sky.

Yes, Father, you're right.

When the wind brushes my cheeks, it's not just the air currents from wielding weapons, but also the fresh scent of grass and trees. The sweltering heat seeps into every pore of my body, simmering my internal organs.

Spiders only hang among the treetops, weaving a thin web, waiting for their prey to fall into their trap; they won't suck your soul dry while you're snoring.

"Tracey, hurry up." Marcus waved to the drow who was still admiring the rainforest, then turned back to continue his debate with Bardin.

"it is good."