C409 The World Mourned after the Death of the Strong

Lin Yih, who had always considered Stone to be as cautious as himself, was just about to offer some praise when the sky above transformed dramatically. The dark clouds coalesced into a deep, blood-red hue, and a fine drizzle began to fall. But something about the color of the rain seemed off.

Could it be... red?

Staring at the blood-red rain cascading down outside the ice crystal