CHAPTER 59: ARE YOU MY FATHER?

The sky bled red as bloody raindrops soaked the ground beneath the angry clouds.

The whistling and wailing of the gale force winds sounded like a ravenous wolf that was howling at the full moon, but there was no moon in sight, just angry black clouds that spat large crimson droplets.

“What's happening? Why is it raining blood?" Zander asked Lance.

“I don't know," he answered as he lifted his head to the sky.

Bolts of heavy lightning, devastating thunders, and unpredictable rhythms of the merciless torrential rainfall unleashed an evil force that opened the black gates of hell. The wicked rainstorm continuously exerted its intense attack on the town of Dead Man's Cave and its inhabitants.

The group stood on the top of the hill and stared as far as their eyes could see.

The rock-like raindrops were pounding and hammering against every surface they hit with a vigorous rhythm of rumbling thunders, replicating the perpetual pounding sounds of a Japanese Taiko drum concert. Water level