The Rainhounds mountain loomed like a monument to something long buried against the grey horizon, half hidden by the curtain of the acid rain. It had lost all of its former luster and looked more like a scar on the land than a precious ground which was once a tourist attraction.
The trees which were still standing had little to no leaves or leaves of different colors. Their shapes had become odd with some standing tall like witches in the dark. The mountain was eerie, the air was foul and the earth cried with steam.
"Cursed rain." A soldier that was smoking from the inside of a car mumbled.
Lugard did not respond. He and his team were all in cars that had halted at a former petrol station which had been obliterated by a meteorite. They were watching pastor Salem's camp which they were about to infiltrate and retrieve Moon Raine.
