The sky grew dark as a fierce storm began to crackle overhead. Gusts of wind carried through the desolate landscape, kicking up swirls of sand and debris.
Admist the chaotic atmosphere, a large group of people began their perilous crossing of a two-kilometer-long bridge.
Normally, such a number would have caused the structure to crumble under the strain. But this bridge had long since been rebuilt with stronger, enchanted metals, allowing it to bear their weight with ease.
They had already passed the halfway mark when the first droplets began to fall.
"Ah, for heaven's sake," someone grumbled as the drops began pouring down with an intensifying ferocity.
"Perhaps we should consider turning back?" a young, timid voice belonging to a child, suggested.
But the eldest shook his head. "No, we're almost there. It's merely a bit of rain."
They quickened their pace, their steps becoming more urgent, but the rain showed no signs of relenting.
