The villagers watched in awe as the dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Soon the first droplets of rain hit the dry earth, quickly turning into a steady downpour. Cheers erupted across the village as people rushed outside, letting the cool water wash over them.
It felt like a blessing, an answer to their prayers.
In every home, murmurs of gratitude filled the air. Some knelt, hands clasped, whispering thanks to the heavens. Others simply stood in silence, letting the rain speak for itself.
Amidst this scene of joy, a girl walked through the village, clad fully from head to toe in black.
Xie Ninger made her way to an outskirt from the village, her steps slow, deliberate. The rain clung to her clothes, soaked her hair, but she paid it no mind.
Her gaze swept over the villagers—faces lifted toward the sky, eyes filled with hope.
A quiet murmur escaped her lips, her voice nearly swallowed by the sound of the falling rain.
"You still believe in gods?"
