The expedition wagons crossed the first unnatural weather boundary as silver rain fell sideways without wetting their canvas covers.
The drivers checked the wagon covers twice before accepting that the sideways rain carried mana without moisture.
High above the undulating grassy ridges, pale clouds drifted eastward against a fierce western gale that whipped through the tough scrub brush.
Fine needles of silver rain descended at an unnatural thirty-degree angle, coating the canvas covers in shimmering crystalline dust that dissolved without leaving any wetness.
Aria's tactical interface chimed quietly beside Hajin's wrist, analyzing the disorienting atmospheric phenomena with immediate mechanical precision.
[Refusal field active, distance display unstable, Ring orbit grammar unaffected]
The summoner paused beside the lead draft beast, noticing how the digital orientation compass on his personal display spun in erratic, non-linear circles.
