Sezel stared out the cracked window, his breathing beginning to steady. Each inhale came easier than the last. The...the rain had stopped.
He didn't waste another heartbeat. Striding across the room, he shook Shiki awake first, then Vesta. They didn't believe him at first, not until their eyes followed his pointing hand. Out beyond the shattered glass, they saw it themselves; the streets no longer dimpled with falling drops. The venomous rain had stopped. Completely.
Even the dark clouds had started to recced back slowly, their bloated bodies slowly retreating. Through those widening gaps came fractured beams of gold-edged sunlight, piercing the gloom like lances. Shafts of filtered light illuminated the dead city below, igniting the ruins in patches that almost seemed sacred.
The moment's awe passed, replaced by urgency. Minutes were precious in the Spirit Realm. They could not afford to waste any.
Within moments, they were climbing up to the roof of the school.
