On the Edge of Pure

Especially the meteorological bureau's warning, tonight there might be a once-in-a-century torrential rainstorm. The distant horizon is shrouded in thick clouds, and faintly, scorching lightning flashes intermittently, as if tearing open a gap in the darkness. The rumble of thunder rolls ominously.,In just half an hour, the bustling streets had emptied out. The small shops along the street were all closed, and there was not a single person in sight on the usually lively night market.,The hands on the wall clock came to a sudden halt.。