At 3:40 PM, the rain stopped and the sky cleared over the basin.
The thunderstorm that had raged all night fell completely silent.
Nearly ten hours of torrential rain brought a terrifying 700ml of precipitation, but it also painted two rainbows—one vibrant, one faint—hanging high above the basin.
If one were to stand in the distance and gaze over the basin right now, they would see two columns of cooking smoke rising from the silver-gray Iron Rock Mountain, intertwining with the rainbows. The rain had washed away all the dust.
Peaceful and serene.
Like a secluded fishing village, Hope Village thrived under Su Mo's protection. Free from internal strife and harassment from the alien race, it had a small population, but its cohesion undoubtedly ranked at the forefront of the wasteland!
Of course, on this day worth celebrating, the village bustled with far more activity than usual.
