The rain poured down heavily, soaking Charles and Nora's drenched tunics as they moved across open terrain, far from the cave they'd just left behind.
The night sky was blanketed with gray clouds, and the cool air smelled of wet earth and grass.
Charles carried Nora on his back, the black sword in his right hand.
The golden light pulsing from the sword's hilt lit the path, casting a soft glow that contrasted with the darkness of the night.
Each step splashed water on the ground, the sound of rain filling the silence.
In Charles's mind, the sword's voice wouldn't shut up, its cheerful tone clashing with his growing frustration.
"Oh, the rain!" it exclaimed with almost childlike excitement. "It's been so long since I felt it! Well, I can't exactly feel it now, but being out here is so much better than that nasty cave. And the air… do you feel how fresh it is? Nothing like that damp rock stench! And look, the moon!"
The sword let out a giggle.
