C291 Lucansen Is Dead

"Bang …" "Crack." A muffled sound of thunder could be heard as a black cloud pressed down on them from a distance, "The storm is coming soon, we can't hurry on our way anymore. We have to find a place to hide as soon as possible." They quickly found a suitable place to hide and found a big tree nearby. They hastily cut down some bamboo and banana leaves and built a temporary shelter from the rain