C312 Don't Regret It!

Without warning, the torrential downpour had ceased. Gone was the usual post-rain freshness, replaced by a stifling mix of scorched and arid scents in the air.

The stone ground was carpeted with a layer of black and white ash, the remnants of swords that had once been mighty or feeble, now fallen under the wrath of the lightning dragon. The ash swirled relentlessly